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 papers 
telling yesterday's news 

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 
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 eleven 
Same old man 
sitting there on his own 
Looking at 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 
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 

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 
And lead you through 
the streets of London 
I'll show you something 
To make you change your 

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 
And lead you through 
the streets of London 
I'll show you something 
To make you change your mind