Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
I will show you something to make you change your mind.
Have you seen the old man in a closed down market,
Kicking up the papers with his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you'll see no pride and, held loosely by his side
Are yesterday's papers, telling yesterday's news.
And how can ya' tell me that you're lonely
Or say that for you the sun won't shine?
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
I will show you something to make you change your mind.
