Verse 1
Sitting in my soft armchair
Feet up on the furniture
Laptop resting on my thighs
Showing me my charts and pies
Verse 2
I look up to see a window washer
Sitting on a piece of wood
Dangling from a pair of ropes
Balancing a bucket of soap
Verse 3
He hangs on to a suction cup
Reaches for a sudsy brush
Scrubs circles on the windowpane
Dries it with a squeegee blade
Verse 4
He sees me looking out at him
Smiles with a full-toothed grin
Waves at me like a long-lost friend
Slides down to start all over again
Pre-Chorus
I got to wonder
If he had my life
And I were out there in a gusty wind
Suspended from a rusty rig
Chorus
Would I still smile at him?
Would I take the time
To pay him any mind?
Would I wave goodbye?
Bridge
Don’t ever think you have it so good
There’s lots of people doing just fine
Without your titles or your conference calls
They might be the ones who have it all