London, did you have to take my child away?
You buried him under rent and low pay
I've been cycling in circles 'round your empty streets
I've been searching in the pouring rain

I've been going alone to the cinema
I've been stealing all my food from the electric avenue
Now the pigeons gather 'round my feeding hand
And we talk 'til the evening fades

I have learnt how it goes
What you wait for never shows
And what you least wanted, holds you down like a stone
Just like a stone

So
Now i feed the birds. Day after day
Only they can hear me pray for
A lighter heart. A lighter load
To be moving. Moving. Moving my way home

My, way home
Way home
My, way home