| Sunday morning going slow
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| I’m talking to the radio
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| Clothes and records on the floor
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| The memories of the night before
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| Out in club land having fun
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| And now I’m hiding from the sun
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| Waiting for a visitor
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| Though no-one knows I’m here for sure
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| Dancing laughing
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| Drinking loving
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| And now I’m all alone
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| In bedsit land
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| My only home
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| I think it’s time to cook a meal
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| To fill the emptiness I feel
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| Spend my money going out
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| I’ve nothing in I’m left without
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| Clean my teeth and comb my hair
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| And look for something new to wear
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| And start the night life over again
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| And kid myself I’m having fun
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| Dancing laughing
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| Drinking loving
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| And now I’m all alone
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| In bedsit land
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| My only home
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| I look out from my window view
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| There’s really nothing else to do
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| Read a book maybe write a letter
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| Mother, things are getting better
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| Watch the mirror count the lines
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| The battle scars of all the good times
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| Look around and I can see
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| A thousand people just like me
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| Dancing laughing
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| Drinking loving
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| And now I’m all alone
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| In bedsit land
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| My only home
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| Dancing, laughing, drinking, loving
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| I’m waiting for something
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| I’m only passing time |