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