Have you seen the old man in the closed-down market
Kicking up the papers with his worn-out shoes?
In his eyes youd see no pride, hands held loosely by his side
Yesterdays papers, telling yesterdays news
So how can you tell me youre lonely
And say for you the sun wont shine?
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
Ill 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?
Shes no time for talking, she just keeps right on walking
Carrying her home in two carrier bags
So how can you tell me youre lonely
And say for you the sun wont shine?
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
Ill show you something to make you change your mind
In the all-night cafe at a quarter past eleven
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 youre lonely
And say for you the sun wont shine?
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
Ill show you something to make you change your mind
Ill show you something to make you change your mind