Bedsitter Land

I'm thinking of taking the easy way out

I open the window and fall to the ground

I could do it, wouldn't be much to it

I gotta little place here in the city

It's kinda small and dirty, it's a bedsitter

There's 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

But there are people in there breathing

But it don't seem right

In the streets way down below me

I'm listening for just one sound

But nobody comes around

In bedsitter land

And there's a man down below me on the balcony

Crying to be heard

Screaming to be heard

I'm haunted by his words

And the people in the street just shrug their shoulders

Saying he's disturbed

He's in another world

Screaming at the birds

Crying to be heard

I hear his every word

I've slept in the gutter on a summer's day

Oh, I've burned cigarettes in the night cafés

Oh, I've joined the breadline

Believe I've got a deadline

I gotta little place here in the city

Oh, it's kind of small and dirty, it's a bedsitter

And there's a lot of us living here

Wall-to-wall in one big house

And when the night comes 'round

I can see so many lonely lights

And there are people outside breathing

But it don't feel right

In the street way down below me

I'm listening for just one sound

But nobody comes around

Whoa, the lights are going down

Nobody comes around

In bedsitter land