Bedsitter Land

	作词 : Farrell, Sayer
	Sayer-Farrell
	I’m thinking of taking the easy way out
	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
	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 a lot of lonely lights
	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 bedsitterland.
	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 bummed cigarettes in the night cafes
	Oh, I’ve joined the breadline, believe I 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 down, I can see a lot of lonely lights
	There are people outside breathing but id don’t seem right
	In the street way down below me, I’m listening for just a sound
	But nobody comes around, oh the lights are going down
	Nobody comes around in bedsitterland.

	zuò cí : Farrell, Sayer
	SayerFarrell
	I' m thinking of taking the easy way out
	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
	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 a lot of lonely lights
	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 bedsitterland.
	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 bummed cigarettes in the night cafes
	Oh, I' ve joined the breadline, believe I 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 down, I can see a lot of lonely lights
	There are people outside breathing but id don' t seem right
	In the street way down below me, I' m listening for just a sound
	But nobody comes around, oh the lights are going down
	Nobody comes around in bedsitterland.