(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.