I'm wandering round and round, nowhere to go
I'm lonely in London and London is lonely so
I cross the streets without fear
Everybody keeps the way clear
I know, I know no one here to say hello
I know they keep the way clear
I am lonely in London without fear
I'm wandering round and round here nowhere to go

While in my eyes
Go looking for flying saucers in the sky

Oh Sunday, Monday, autumn pass by me
And people hurry on so peacefully
A group approaches a policeman
He seems so pleased to please them
It's good at least to live, and I agree
He seems so pleased, at least
And It's so good to live in peace
And Sunday, Monday, years, and I agree

While my eyes
Go looking for flying saucers in the sky

I choose no face to look at, choose no way
I just happen to be here, and It's ok
Green grass, blue eyes, grey sky, God bless
Silent pain and happiness
I came around to say yes, and I say

But my eyes
Go looking for flying saucers in the sky