sunday morning going slow i m talking to the radio clothes and records on the floor the 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 spend my money going out i ve nothing in i m left without clean my teeth and comb my hair and look for something new to wear and start the night life 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 i look out from my window view there s really nothing else to do read a book maybe write a letter 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  dancing laughing drinking loving and now i m all alone in bedsit land my only home dancing laughing drinking loving i m waiting for something i m only passing time