Have you seen the old man in the closed-down market
Kicking at 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
So how can you tell me you're lonely
And say for you that the sun don't shine
Let me take you home
Take you by the hand
Lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something
To make you change your mind
Have you seen the old girl
Who walks the streets of London
Dirty and dirty
In her hair and her clothes in rags
She's no time for talking
She just keeps right on walking
Carrying her home into 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
Lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something
To make you change your mind
Mind