Covent Garden

If you go to a market in London town There's one that just won't settle down They call it a garden, but half a chance Will show you more than pretty plants There's beautiful freaks on the streets at times Who don't say much, in fact they only mime Where ballerinas call the shots And local divas sing the dots I came in from outer space to find a little help I don't know another place where I could be myself... It don't feel like the Sun is shining anywhere else like it's shining here It don't feel like the rain can get us anywhere else like it gets us here It don't feel like the summer started till I met you, till you came It don't feel like the future found me, I couldn't see it but I'm looking at it now If Inigo Jones could see the show he started all those years ago The Piazza king who paved the way is raving in his grave today Fire starters, circus troops, a weekend tourist jumps the hoop Another comic Genius counts his coppers to catch the bus The minstrel plays his part to a crowd he longs to know The secrets of his heart are joining strangers as they go... It don't feel like the Sun is shining anywhere else like it's shining here It don't feel like the rain can get us anywhere else like it gets us here It don't feel like the future found me, I couldn't see it but I'm looking at it now Those yesterdays they'd sell a case of pears, of plums and Apple's too Today's the same, but we've raised the game So get your reservation, join the queue! It don't feel like the Sun is shining anywhere else like it's shining here...