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