Fall Room To Live
Some people want stars in eyes Some people want eyes in stars They've been like that for years They've been like that for years I suspect they're just if if if I just want room to live There's a new club in town Plenty of space to posy around It's a copy of the Peppermint Lounge (I'll stick around the center always Even if it is run down.) Some people wanna be joining the club [Thinks to be on the clientele] is big.* I just want room to live Foreigners and Experts go in And through my place Turn my home into a museum Like the murder squad They scan the room For the well of inspiration They don't tolerate ordinary folk and folk look at me strange But I'll give them this at least: They pay for what they eat Visitors and peripherers never give I just want room to live Some people think happy is way to live Some men want to cram up to women I've been down that street before It just makes meat out of the soul There's a D.H.S.S. Volvo estate Right outside my door With a Moody Blues cassette on the dashboard There's no hate to the point I give I just want room to live Violence is just waiting for its due Some people want money around You can tell, they're the ones that never buy a round And some men want reporters with no wig And some people cannot hold their drink They've got to tell you what they think And some men want reporters with no wig I just want room to live
