Bedsitterland Composer(s): Leo Sayer; Frank Farrell Performer(s): Leo Sayer
Im thinking of taking The easy way out Open the window Ill fall to the ground I could do it -- wouldnt be much too it
I gotta little place here in the city Its kind of small and dirty, its a bedsitter And theres a lot of us living here Wall to wall in one big house
And when the night comes round I can see a lot of lonely lights There are people in there breathing But it dont seem right In the streets way down below me Im listening for just a sound But nobody comes around In bedsitterland
And theres a man below me on the balcony Crying to be heard Screaming to be heard Im haunted by his words And the people in the street just shrug their shoulders Saying hes disturbed Hes in another world Screaming at the birds Crying to be heard I hear his every word
Ive slept in the gutter on a summers day Oh Ive bummed cigarettes in the night cafes Ive joined the breadline Believe I got a deadline
I gotta little place here in the city Its kind of small and dirty, its a bedsitter And theres a lot of us living here Wall to wall in one big house
And when the night comes round I can see a lot of lonely lights There are people in there breathing But it dont seem right In the streets way down below me Im listening for just a sound But nobody comes around The lights are going down Nobody comes around In bedsitterland
|