London, London
I'm wandering round and round nowhere to goI'm lonely in London London is lovely soI cross the streets without fearEverybody keeps the way clearI know, I know no one here to say helloI know they keep the way clearI am lonely in London without fearI'm wandering round and round here nowhere to goWhile my eyesGo looking for flying saucers in the skyOh Sunday, Monday, Autumm pass by meAnd people hurry on so peacefullyA group approaches a policemanHe seems so pleased to please themIt's good at least to live and I agreeHe seems so pleased at leastAnd it's so good to live in peace andSunday, Monday, years and I agreeWhile my eyesGo looking for flying saucers in the skyI choose no face to look atChoose no wayI just happen to be hereAnd it's okGreen grass, blue eyes, gray sky, God blessSilent pain and happinessI came around to say yes, and I sayBut my eyesGo looking for flying saucers in the sky