blue light, red light (someone's there)

i live in a tiny closet

a lukewarm cold water flat

with room for a couple of cinders

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 a tree

we'll add one cub to the pride

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 would compare

'cause i know

you're there