Leo Sayer & Frank Farrell
I`m thinking of taking
the easy way out
open the window
I`ll fall to the ground
I could do it -- wouldn`t be much too it
I gotta little place here in the city
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 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 a sound
but nobody comes around
in bedsitterland
and there`s a man 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
I`ve joined the breadline
believe I got a deadline
I gotta little place here in the city
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 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 a sound
but nobody comes around
the lights are going down
nobody comes around
in bedsitterland