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 at his side
Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news

So how can you tell me you're lonely
And you say for you that the sun don't shine
Well, 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

And 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 you say for you that the sun don't shine
Well, let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
And I'll show you something to make you change your mind

In the all night café, at a quarter past eleven
Same old man sitting there on his own
Looking at the world over the rim of his teacup
And each tea lasts an hour and he wanders home alone

So how can you tell me you're lonely
And you say for you that the sun don't shine
Well, 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 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 you say for you that the sun don't shine
Well, 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