I live in a tiny closet

A lukewarm cold water flat

With room for a couple of cinders

A mouse, a hole, and a trap

I dont worry about the flights

Or count the stairs

cause I know

Someones there

I took a high paying sweeping-up job

Dusting after somebody else

Seeing that theres clean on the windows

Convincing the snow to melt

I dont worry about the ride

Or the subway fare

cause I know

Someones there

One day well move uptown

Or even out to the country side

And for every leaf on a tree

Well add one cub to the pride

Who cares if the floor aint level

Or if the ceiling falls in

Haunted by the devil

And ghosts and boogeymen

I cant be concerned

Why should I care

No place Id go alone would compare

cause I know

Youre there