Streets of London

Have you seen the old man in the closed-down market Kicking up the papers with his worn-out shoes? In his eyes you'd see no pride, hands held loosely by his side Yesterday's papers, telling yesterday's news So how can you tell me you're lonely? And say for you, the sun won't shine? 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 talking, she just keeps right on walking Carrying her home in two carrier bags So how can you tell me you're lonely? And say for you, the sun won't shine? 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 café at a quarter past 11 Same old man sitting there on his own Looking at the world over the rim of his tea-cup Each tea lasts an hour then he wanders home alone So how can you tell me you're lonely? And say for you, the sun won't shine? 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 I'll show you something to make you change your mind