Letra da Música The Rent Song de 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.