Harry Connick, Jr. - Red Light, Blue Light
I live in a tiny cottage
A lukewarm coldwater flat.
With room for a couple of cinders,
And a mouse, a hole, and a trap.
I don't worry about the flights, or count the stairs
'Cause I know, someone's there.
I took a high paying sweeping-up job;
Dusting after somebody else.
Seeing that there's clean on the windows,
Convincing the snow to melt.
I don't worry about the ride or the subway fare -
'Cause I know, someone's there.
One day we'll move uptown,
Or even out to the country side.
And for every leaf on the tree,
We'll add one cup to the pie.
Who cares if the floor ain't level?
Or if the ceiling falls in?
Haunted by the devil,
And ghosts, and boogeymen?
I can't be concerned,
Why should I care?
No place I'd go alone can compare -
'Cause I know, I know you're there
One day we'll move uptown,
Or even out to the country side.
And for every leaf on the tree,
We'll add one cup to the pie.
Who cares if the floor ain't level?
Or if the ceiling falls in?
Haunted by the devil,
And ghosts, and boogeymen?
I can't be concerned,
Why should I care?
No place I'd go alone can compare!
'Cause I know, I know you're there.
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