I wandered lonely streets
Behind where the old Thames doesflow,
And in every face I meet
Reminds me of what Ihave run from.

In every man, in every hand,
Inevery kiss you understand
That living is for other men.I hope you do understand


I&'ve gotta tell youmy tale
Of how I loved and how I failed.
I hope youunderstand,
These feelings should not be in the man.

In every child, in every eye,
In every skyabove my head
I hope that I know,
So come with me inbed

Because it&'s you and me, we&'rehistory,
There ain&'t nothing left to say
When Iwill get you alone...

Maybe we could find a roomWhere we could see what we should do.
Maybe you knowit&'s true -
Living with me is like keeping a fool.

In every man, in every hand,
In every kissyou understand
That living is for other men.
I hopeyou know that I am me,
So come on -

I&'mthinking about history
And I&'m living for historyAnd I think you know about me cos I am.

And one andone is two
But three is company
When you&'rethinking about the things you do
When you&'re thinkingabout the things
we knew

I wanna tell you mytale
How I fell in love and jumped out on my bail.
Doyou understand?
There&'s more in a smile than in ahand.


In every sky, in every kissThere&'s one thing that you might have missed,
Andwhy am I going to
A place that now belongs to you?

But you are weak and so am I -
Let&'s pick itup, let&'s even try
To live today, so why not smile?Don&'t dream away your life

Cos it is mine,It is mine.
Is that a crime?
Is that a crime?
This life is mine,
But the bed ain&'t made -It&'s still full of hope;
I&'ve got a skin fullof dope.

Oh, the bed ain&'t made
Butit&'s still full of hope,
I&'ve got a skin full ofdope....