What Is A Life?

I've lived in this town for 13 years I've been around You see that window in that tower that was mine Under that fluorescent light, well I made cold calls through the night To houses deep in suburbs I will never go Then in Chinatown I'd get something and hang around How does that busker know each day from the next? See that man who just brushed past me, well I know him but don't ask me About him I wonder is he still with his wife What is a life? What is a life? What is a life? What is a life? The ferries pull up in the evening warmth I used to give out papers here as they rushed on their way home The streets are full of plaques Just where that park is used to be a den of wailers, Jesus Christ What is a life? What is a life? What is a life? What is a life? What is a life? What is a life? What is a life? What is a life? Of all the jobs I've had, well I can't say they've turned out bad It's just funny when you think that guy was you A waiter on his break, he smokes a cigarette And takes a long look at a repaired paring knife