(R. Martin)



I'm staying in the city

In the dim light I feel complete

Though the plaster walls

I've worked long and hard for

Are moving in



You will find me sleeping

Without a single soul around

Someone unwinding

In a lonesome part of town



In my best dress and make-up

To meet the night I can hardly reach the sink

Everything's cock-eyed

To the drunk that I'm turning into

I've turned into



You will find me sleeping

Without a single soul around

Someone unwinding

In a lonesome part of town



I don't want your sympathy

When I go to speak

Stop and listen to me

Don't turn away

From the words of the gray and aging.



You will find me sleeping

Without a single soul around

Someone unwinding

In a lonesome part of town Lonesome town.