Streets Of London

Have you seen the old man outside the closed down markets
Kicking up the papers with his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you 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 that the sun don't shine?
Let me take you by the hand, I'll lead
You through the streets of London
I'll show you something that'll 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 don't shine?
Let me take you by the hand, I'll lead
You through the streets of London
I'll show you something that'll make you change your mind

In the all-night café at a quarter past eleven
Same old man, sitting there all alone
Watching the world over the rim of his teacup
Each tea lasts an hour and he wanders home alone

So how can you tell me you're lonely
And say for you that the sun don't shine?
Let me take you by the hand, I'll lead
You through the streets of London
I'll show you something that'll 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
One more forgotten hero in a world that doesn't care

So how can you tell me you're lonely
And say for you that the sun don't shine?
Let me take you by the hand, I'll lead
You through the streets of London
I'll show you something that'll make you change your mind