There’s women in the kitchen, slaving on account of the fall I watch them washing dishes and taking all my telephone calls Sir I’m sorry but he’s busy, he’ll call you when he’s ready to talk
The gents are in the parlor, the tramps are up against the wall They’re harboring the fugitives and soaking them in alcohol And striking up a match you start to think you didn’t want it at all
But it gives me a reason to be, it gives me a reason to try It gives me a reason and I don’t really want to know why
Now there’s ice in the desert and there's sand in the polar bear’s way We used to see rainbows but nowadays it’s nothing but rain And when I went to see the sun, I was confronted and I hurried away
But it gave me a reason to be, it gave me a reason to try It gave me a reason and I don’t really want to know why
And I say everything will be okay But nothing’s going to be