Room With a View

First thing he does

when he climbs out of bed

He searches out a place to

drink his daily bread

He wraps himself up tight

in alcohol

It keeps him warm at night

like grandma's shawl

When he was a child

with everything planned

and his body was clean

Now he sits all alone in

a room with a view

with the brick wall he's run into

Life has a way of leaving

people like him stained

First thing she does

when she goes out at night

She sells a smile to get

what fills her up inside

She brings plenty home

and slowy gets stoned

in a room by herself

Alone in a room with a view

of the brick wall

she's run into

Life has a way of leaving

people like us stained