while my eyes go looking for...

i'm wandering round and round, nowhere to go
i'm lonely in london, london is lovely so

oh, sunday, monday, autumn pass by me
and people hurry on so peacefully
a group approaches a policeman
he seems so pleased to please them
it's good, at least, to live 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 choose no face to look at, choose no way
i just happen to be here, and it's ok
green grass, blue eyes, grey sky
god bless silent pain and happiness
i came around to say yes, and i say


while my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky
yes, my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky...