I'm wandering round and round, nowhere to go
I'm lonely in London and London is lonely so
I cross the streets without fear

everybody keeps the way clear
I know, I know no one here to say hello
I know they keep the way clear

I am lonely in London without fear
I'm wandering round and round here nowhere to go


while in my eyes
go looking for flying saucers in the sky


oh Sunday, Monday, autumn pass by me
and people hurry on so peacefully
a group approaches a policeman

he seems so pleased to please them
it's good at least to live, and I agree
he seems so pleased, at least

and It's so good to live in peace
and Sunday, Monday, years, and I agree


while my eyes
go looking for flying saucers in the sky


I choose no face to look at, choose no way
I just happen to be here, and It's ok
green grass, blue eyes, grey sky, God bless

silent pain and happiness
I came around to say yes, and I say


but my eyes
go looking for flying saucers in the sky