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