Have you seen the old man, walking through the closed-down market
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
Have you seen the old girl, as she walks along 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, that'll 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, 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, that'll make you change your mind
Have you seen the old man, outside the seaman's mission
His memory fading, with the medal ribbons that he wears?
And 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, that'll make you change your mind
I'll show you something, that'll make you change your mind