been a stranger in a city thousands of miles away where i 
was alone been a stranger in places i go everyday and 
call my home i walked through the streets of london 
watching all the faces but no one would look me in the 
eye i wondered if the british were just shy or was this 
just big city life or was there something wrong with me? 
held a young bum's hand through narrow streets of london 
anonymously now i wish that i'd been bold enough to 
photograph the thing's i'd see had no time for castles, 
gardens, suits of armor but a nice cup of tea was served 
to me in a music store on camden high street where i 
played someone a song and maybe left a memory wanted to 
make it mine in living ways riding the tube and 
eavesdropping for days so while shakespeare's house 
decays there's a vagabond who knows my name and i like 
that