Il testo della The rent song

Suzanne Vega

I am sitting by my window;
I am thinking of my rent.
I am looking through my pockets,
And i'm wondering where it went.
I am feeling like the devil,
Maybe like the devil's wife.
I am singing for my supper.
I am singing for my life.

Things go up and things go down,
And we have all these highs and lows,
But are we even in the end,
I don't think anybody knows,
But when i look from my window
I pretend that i'm in france.
You know i never have been there
But i might jump at the chance.

Tell me what do you do
With a troubled mind?
Do you sing? do you cry?
Do you wait for a better time?
Do you think about tomorrow
When you're living in today?
And can you stop this tide against you,
Make it go the other way?

And when i look from my window
I can hear the little bird sing;
And i like to hear those little birds
Because then i know it's spring.
And spring comes after winter,
Surely all of this we know.
And spring is really coming,
It's just so god damn slow.

I am sitting by my window;
I am thinking of my rent.
I am looking through my pockets
And i am wondering where it went.
I am feeling like the devil,
Maybe like the devil's wife.
I am singing for my supper.
I am singing for my life.