the subway station s closed again sleeps beneath its veil of rain my footprints broken trail behind steals the nightlights from my mind the dark deserted streets then clear today has lived and died in here so i leave the chapel gloom to find the shelter of my tiny room but it s alright while the lights of the city shine so bright it s all right till the last winding train fades from sight then alone in my room i must stay to lose or win while these wild bedsitter images come back to hem me in the paneled patterns on the door chase shivering shadows to the floor upon the pillow worn and thin the memories of hopes begin the carpet with its flowers in shreds expires a foot before my bed the crack that won t return again advancing through my broken window pane but it s alright while the lights of the city shine so bright it s all right till the last winding train fades from sight then alone in my room i must stay to lose or win while these wild bedsitter images come back to hem me in the friends i ve left back home all write with laughing words that warm my sight saying tell us how s the city life and i reply and say just fine and so you see i can t go back until i either win or crack i m standing in a one way street the stage is set the story incomplete but it s alright while the lights of the city shine so bright it s alright till the last winding train fades from sight then alone in my room i must stay to lose or win while these wild bedsitter images come back to hem me in