Sunday morning going slownI'm talking to the radionClothes and records on the floornMemories of the night beforenOut in clubland having funnNow I'm hiding from the sunnWaiting for a visitornBut no one knows I'm here for sure.nnDancing nLaughingnDrinkingnLovingnAnd now I'm alll alone in Bedsit land,nMy only homennI think it's time to cook a mealnTo fill the emptiness I feelnSpend my money going outnI've nothing left, I'm left withoutnClean my teeth and comb my hairnLook for something new to wearnAnd start the nightlife over againnAnd kid myself I'm having funnnDancing nLaughingnDrinkingnLovingnAnd now I'm alll alone in Bedsit land,nMy only homennI look out of my window view nThere's really nothing else to donRead a book maybe write a lettern'Mother, things are getting better'nWatch the mirror, count the linesnThe battle scars of all the good timesnLook around and I can seenA thousand people just like me.nnDancing nLaughingnDrinkingnLovingnAnd now I'm alll alone in Bedsit land,nMy only homennDancing nLaughingnDrinkingnLovingnAnd now I'm alll alone in Bedsit land,nMy only homennI'm waiting for something...nI'm only passing time...nAnd now I'm all alone in Bedsit landnMy only homennDancing nLaughingnDrinkingnLoving