Al Stewart - Bedsitter Images

Al Stewart - Bedsitter Images



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 panneled patens (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 and shredding


spires 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?"


I reply and say just fine (why?)


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 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