Suzanne Vega — The Rent Song

I am sitting by my window; I am thinking of my rent I am looking through my pockets And I'm wondering where it went I am feeling like the devil Maybe like the devil's wife I am singing for my supper I am singing for my life Things go up and things go down And we have all these highs and lows But are we even in the end I don't think anybody knows But when I look from my window I pretend that I'm in france You know I never have been there But I might jump at the chance Tell me what do you do With a troubled mind? Do you sing? Do you cry? Do you wait for a better time? Do you think about tomorrow When you're living in today? And can you stop this tide against you Make it go the other way? And when I look from my window I can hear the little bird sing; And I like to hear those little birds Because then I know it's spring And spring comes after winter Surely all of this we know And spring is really coming It's just so God damn slow I am sitting by my window; I am thinking of my rent I am looking through my pockets And I am wondering where it went I am feeling like the devil Maybe like the devil's wife I am singing for my supper I am singing for my life