Room With A View

Well he used to be a tailor,
Sew those suits so fine
And he never heard of failure
And he never tasted wine

And he used to be a leader
When he had someone to lead
And he used to be a father
When he had some mouths to feed,
When he had some mouths to feed.

And they say it never rains in L.A. Cali...
It gets cold enough to wish you had a few...
And he left tonight and said I finally found me
A Room with a view
How 'bout you?

He was living in a castle
That he built with his own hands
Out of newspaper and cardboard,
He was living off the land,
He was living off the land,
He was living off the land.
Room with a view...

And they say it never rains in L.A. Cali...
It gets cold enough to wish you had a few...
And he left tonight and said I finally found me
A Room with a view
How 'bout you?

And he used to be a leader...
And he used to be a father...