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