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 fallin' down upon the dirty ground of London Town
People pass me by on my imaginary street ordinary people it's impossible to meet holdin' conversations that are always incomplete
Well I don't know
Oh where are there are 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 are places to go
Someone somewhere has to know
Crawlin' 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 fallin' down upon the dirty ground of London Town
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Someone somewhere has to know
I don't know
Silver rain was fallin' down upon the dirty ground of London Town
