An' a woman can come around
But I'm not being fed
There's a woman downstairs
It's all so wishy-washy
They've got it in the country
I said it's good for me now
I said it's good for me now
With matt-gray hair
They've got it in the city
As they travel down the freeway
Write poetry and feel safe
To clubs and bars
There's no room for me here
An' she smiles when she tells me
But here in the suburbs
This time with a fireplace
I got another place
It's all so wishy-washy