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 of 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
She sits all 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
And we sit all alone and slowly get stoned in rooms by ourselves
We all sit all alone in a room with a view of the brick walls we'd run into
Life has a way of leaving people
Life has a way of leaving people stained