Bedsitter Land

I'm thinking of taking the easy way out
I 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
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
But 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 bedsitter land

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 burned cigarettes in the night cafés
Oh, I've joined the breadline
Believe I've 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 'round
I can see so many lonely lights
And there are people outside breathing
But it don't feel right

In the street way down below me
I'm listening for just one sound
But nobody comes around
Whoa, the lights are going down
Nobody comes around
In bedsitter land