Ste McCabe - Bedsitter lyrics

Sunday morning going slowI'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 But no-one know's I'm here for sure 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 Start the nightlife 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 I look around and I can see A thousand people just like me.