Sunday morning going slow I'm talking to the radio Clothes and records on the floor Memories of the night before Out and? and having fun And now I'm hiding from the sun Waiting for a visitor But no-one knows I'm here for sure Dancing, Loving, Drinking, Loving And now I'm all alone And this is? my only home Look out from my window view I've really nothing else to do Read a book and write a letter Mother thinks I'm getting better Watch the mirror Count the line The battle scars of all the good times Look around and I can see A thousand people just like me Dancing, Loving, Drinking, Loving And now I'm all alone And this is? my only home Dancing, Loving, Drinking, Loving