takin' in the sights
from my window seat
from the Third World poor
to the land of the free
back at home it's tony night
in Tinseltown you know it
don't mean nothin' to
the down and out
from my window
window to the world
from my window
window to the world
some people born
with a Bible in their hand
spend their life and money
lookin' for the promised land
some people only know
what they see on tv
some people say it's just
part of the plan
Chorus
lookin' out my window
on a busy street below
three in the morning
someone somewhere's
takin' a blow
the girls move in circles and
the drunks spin in loops
there's a jinxed walk to nowhere
that the dealers do
and it's a tightrope
just don't look down
every day in life we're walkin'
that shadow line
