Lyrics of Song Wishy Washy

I got a place with a view
You can see the cars
As they travel down the freeway
To clubs and bars
There´s a woman downstairs
With matt-grey hair
And she smiles when she tells me
There´s no room for me here

They´ve got it in the city
They´ve got it in the country
But here in the suburbs
It´s all so wishy-washy
It´s all so wishy-washy

I got another place
This time with a fireplace
And a woman can come around
Write poetry and feel safe
I said it´s good for me now
But I´m not being fed
I said it´s good for me now
But I´m not being fed