Bedsitter (live 1992)

Sunday morning going slow
I'm talking to the radio
Clothes and records on the floor
Memories of the night before

Out in club-land having fun
And now I´m hiding from the sun
Waiting for a visitor
Though no-one knows I'm here for sure

Dancing, laughing
Drinking, loving
And now I'm all alone in bedsit land
My only home

I think it's time to cook a meal
To fill the emptiness I feel
Spent my money going out
I've nothing I'm left without

Clean my teeth and comb my hair
And look for something new to wear
And start the nightlife over again
And kid myself I'm having fun

Dancing, laughing
Drinking, loving
And now I'm all alone in bedsit land
My only home

Look out from my window view
There’s really nothing elsе to do
Read a book and write a lettеr
Mother, things are getting better

Watch the mirror count the lines
The battle scars of all the good times
Look around and I can see
A thousand people just like me
(yeah)

Dancing, laughing
Drinking, loving
And now I'm all alone in bedsit land
My only home

‘Cause I’m dancing, laughing
Drinking, loving
And now I'm all alone in bedsit land
My only home
You know, I'm waiting for something
I'm only passing time
And now I'm all alone in bedsit land
My only home

Dancing, laughing
Drinking, loving