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 see no pride, hand 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 that the sun doesn'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 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 that the sun doesn'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 caf' at a quarter past eleven
Same old man is sitting there on his own
Looking at the world over the rim of his teacup
Each tea last an hour, and he wanders home alone

So how can you tell me you're lonely
And say for you that the sun doesn'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 seaman's mission
Memory fading with the metal 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

Oh, how can you tell me you're lonely
And say for you that the sun doesn'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