London

oh, sunday, monday, autumm pass by me
and people hurry on so peacefully

a group approaches a policeman

he seems so pleased to pleace them

it's glad to live at least 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

i agree

i choose no face to look at

choose no way

i just happen to be here

and it's ok

green grass, blue eyes

gray 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