Well there has to be more to me Than just sitting here in misery Such a lazy way to be Prostituted mediocrity I'm most obliged that you still call Though your hangman doesn't thrill me at all I'll raise an army from my bed-side table Just as soon as I'm able to Take the slow train out of here It's been a week and I'm still here Selling cold lies from my window And it's so easy when it's rolling my way And it's no wonder I sleep half the day Just an ordinary, nothing going on here boy And it's so easy sitting by the window bay With nothing honest to say Well there has to be more than this A morning fumble and a half-asleep kiss Tell me something oh tell me true Do you hate me as much as I love you? Where's the money, make the deal Cut the chat around the slow reveal You can find me, though I'm seldom available But totally predictable Take the slow train out of here It's been a week and I'm still here Selling cold lies from my window And it's so easy when it's rolling my way And it's no wonder I sleep half the day Just an ordinary, nothing going on here boy And it's so easy sitting by the window bay With nothing honest to say I'll take the slow train out of here It's been a week and I'm still here Selling cold lies from my window And it's so easy when it's rolling my way And it's no wonder I sleep half the day Just an ordinary, nothing going on here boy And it's so easy, so easy, so easy Sitting by the window bay Each and every other day Sitting by the window bay With nothing honest to say