Jonas Reingold - Lost In London lyrics

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Jonas Reingold - Lost In London lyrics

I ended up in London several hours ahead of time In the small hours of the morning and they'd even closed the Circle Line I'd hitch-hiked it in one lift! The kind of trip of which you dream - Until one day you don't need it, then you get it!... so it seems I wandered in from Acton, even pa**ed the BBC Imagining that one day they'd all be interviewing me I've got a rendezvous this morning with Virgin A & R I'm a hopeful with a bag of tapes, and Shank's Pony for a car... I'm a Yorkshire Kid in London - and I need lots of space Winding roads and open fields you don't have in this place I'm here to see your empire, is it true what I have heard? You've got more people here than Sweden But it's the loneliest place in the world Found an "all-night-cafe" but I didn't stay too long I didn't have much money (besides, this was someone else's song) I saw the aisles of Knightsbridge. I even gigged the Albert Hall! But in all the hours of wandering, talked to nobody at all McEnroe was losing, for the first time which seemed - wrong! And the Virgin guy was watching while he listened to my songs I don't know if he heard them with so much drama on the screen But I didn't sign a contract, - it was Andy: "Love-Fifteen!!" I was a Yorkshire Kid in London, I didn't understand All the chaos and the "MIND THE GAP!!!" in your gold-paved business land I was so small you could have eaten and never sensed the taste I was David, you - Goliath But my stones just went to waste [Instrumental] At Brent Cross Shopping Centre, thumb pointing back up home A wiser man is waiting for some kindly soul to pull over I end up with protesters, who tried to stop a war But they went ahead and fought it, and I guess to me that matters more We're all Yorkshire Folk in London when it comes to being heard We give our all but no-one hears or notices one word And thought a million voices tell us not to go and take Iraq We still went in, and we still haven't come back [Poignant Instrumental]