Bedsitter Land

作词 : Farrell, Sayer

Sayer-Farrell

I’m thinking of taking the easy way out

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

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 a lot of lonely lights

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 bedsitterland.

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 bummed cigarettes in the night cafes

Oh, I’ve joined the breadline, believe I 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 down, I can see a lot of lonely lights

There are people outside breathing but id don’t seem right

In the street way down below me, I’m listening for just a sound

But nobody comes around, oh the lights are going down

Nobody comes around in bedsitterland.