Walking down the sidewalk on a purple afternoon I was accosted by a barker, playing a simple tune Upon his flute, toot toot toot toot
Silver rain was falling down Upon the dirty ground of London Town
People pass me by on my imaginary street Ordinary people it's impossible to meet Holding conversations that are always incomplete Well, I don't know
Oh, where are there places to go Someone somewhere has to know, I don't know
Out of work again the actor entertains his wife With the same old stories of his ordinary life Maybe he exaggerates the trouble and the strife Well, I don't know
Oh, where are there places to go Someone somewhere has to know
Crawling down the pavement on a Sunday afternoon I was arrested by a rozzer, wearing a pink balloon About his foot, toot toot toot toot
Silver rain was falling down Upon the dirty ground of London Town
Someone somewhere has to know Silver rain was falling down Upon the dirty ground of London