Have you seen the old man in the closed-down market?Kicking up the papers with his worn-out shoes.In his eyes you see no pride.Pen held loosely by his side.Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news.So how can you tell me you're lonely?And say for you the sun don't shine.Let me take you by the handAnd lead you through the streets of London.I'll show you something to make you change your mind.In an old night cafe by a quarter past eleven.Same old man sitting there on his own.Viewing his world over the rings of his teacup.Each tea last an hour.Then he wanders home alone.So how can you tell me you're lonely?And say for you the sun don't shine.Let me take you by the handAnd lead you through the streets of London.I'll show you something to make you change your mind.And have you seen the old girlWho walks the streets of LondonDirtied her hair and her clothes in red?She's got no time for talkingJust keeps right on walking.Carrying her home in two carrier bags.So how can you tell me you're lonely?And say for you the sun don't shine.Let me take you by the handAnd lead you through the streets of London.I'll show you something to make you change your mind.*