| Sunday morning going slow |
| I’m talking to the radio |
| Clothes and records on teh floor |
| Memories of the night before |
| Out in clubland having fun |
| Now I’m hiding from the sun |
| Waiting for a visitor |
| But noone knows I’m here for sure. |
| Dancing |
| Laughing |
| Drinking |
| Loving |
| And now I’m alll 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 left, I’m left without |
| Clean my teeth and comb my hair |
| Look for something new to wear |
| And start the nightlife over again |
| And kid myself I’m having fun |
| Dancing |
| Laughing |
| Drinking |
| Loving |
| And now I’m alll alone in Bedsit land, |
| My only home |
| I look out of 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 alll alone in Bedsit land, |
| My only home |
| Dancing |
| Laughing |
| Drinking |
| Loving |
| And now I’m alll alone in Bedsit land, |
| My only home |
| I’m waiting for something… |
| I’m only passing time… |
| And now I’m all alone in Bedsit land |
| My only home |
| Dancing |
| Laughing |
| Drinking |
| Loving |