Fighting On The Stairs

I'm living out in the old houseAnd fighting on the stairsAnd staring at the windowsBreeze blowing through the yearsBut if I don't get out of this townThen something is gonna break'Cause I gotta find my own way nowThrough this thick malaiseWell I don't know where else I can turn nowMakes me often wonder when are we gonna learnYou're wearing too much make-upGoing to the danceAnd you're looking over my way nowBut some people out there take a chanceBut your glow in this light is so becoming nowIf I don't get out of this townSomething's gonna breakI'm waiting to find my high&house soonAnd rummage through the ageSometimes it feels like we don't stand a chanceAnd we go, we go with something pure in our hearts