Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! - ABBA

Half past twelve

and I'm watching the late show in my flat all alone,

How I hate to spend the evening on my own.

Autumn winds

blowing outside the window as I look around the room,

and it makes me so depressed to see the gloom.

There's not a soul out there,

no one to hear my prayer.

Movie stars

find the end of the rainbow, with that fortune to win,

it's so different from the world I'm living in.

Tired of T.V.

I open the window and I gaze into the night,

but there's nothing there to see, no one in sight.