writers: 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