Walking in the rain
Picking up on the reasons
That we had Piccadilly Lane
London town
And the cobblestones are all black
But I’ve been here before
And I never could knock on your door
No I never could

I’ve been a lot of things
I’ve seen a lot of things
But it all doesn’t mean a thing
Without you
Waiting on a train
Wondering why everything
Goes by so fast
Why everything good
Well it never seems to last

And I’ve been here before
But with you I thought I had more
So much more

I’ve been a lot of things
I’ve seen a lot of things
But it all doesn’t mean a thing
Without you