Streets of London

Have you seen the old man in the closed down market
kickin' up the papers with his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride
Hand held loosely by his side
Yesterday's paper tellin' yesterday's news...
So how can you tell me you're lonely
And say for you that the sun don't shine?
Oh, let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something to make you change your mind

Have you seen the old girl who walks the streets of London
dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags?
She's no time for talkin' She keeps right on walkin'
Carryin' her home in two carrier bags...
So how can you tell me you're lonely
And say for you that the sun don't shine
Oh, let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something
to make you change your mind

In the all night cafe at a quarter past eleven
same old man, sitting there on his own
Looking at the world over the rim of his tea cup
Each tea lasts an hour and he wanders home, alone
So how can you tell me you're lonely
And say for you that the sun don't shine
Oh, let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something to make you change your mind

Have you seen the old man outside the seamen's mission
Memory fading with the medal ribbons that he wears
In our winter city, the rain cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero, and a world that doesn't care
So how can you tell me you're lonely
And say for you that the sun don't shine
Oh, let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something to make you change your mind

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