Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
I'm staying in the city
In the dim light I feel complete
Though the plaster walls
I've worked long and hard for
Are moving in
You will find me sleeping
Without a single soul around
Someone unwinding
In a lonesome part of town
In my best dress and make-up
To meet the night I can hardly reach the sink
Everything's cock-eyed
To the drunk that I'm turning into
I've turned into
You will find me sleeping
Without a single soul around
Someone unwinding
In a lonesome part of town
I don't want your sympathy
When I go to speak
Stop and listen to me
Don't turn away
From the words of the gray and aging
You will find me sleeping
Without a single soul around
Someone unwinding
In a lonesome part of town Lonesome town