The View From Here

The big corner office, a twelve-person team

A slick leather chair, the American dream

My mom used to clean ritzy places like these

With their overpriced art and their walls of degrees

Well, now it's all mine with my name on the door

A big fancy desk on the thirty-eighth floor

Look at the girl who did right at the height of a hard-won career

What could surpass giant windows of glass framing miles of blue?

That's the view from here

That's the view from here

They say, "Climb the ladder, no matter the cost"

But nobody tells you how much can get lost

That decent and hopeful young woman you were

Well, you wake up one day

And you wonder what happened to her

That woman was made to see good in each heart

But now she gets paid to pull people apart

And I mean, hey, look at me

MVP, employee of the year

Well, maybe I guess that this looks like success

But it doesn't feel true

That's the view from here

That's the view from here

I could keep doing "oppo," keep digging up dirt

Pretend I don't care when nice people get hurt

Block out the guilt that I'd have to ignore

For a raise, as I rise to the thirty-ninth floor

Or I can walk out this door

And defiantly quit

There's a line you can't cross

And I think this is it

Oh, maybe I haven't lost sight of what's right

No, it's perfectly clear

At the end of the day

Words are easy to say

But it looks like the walking away

Is a little bit harder to do

That's the view from here