At a crossroads in London as the winter winds whipped through my hair

I noticed everyone stared at the ground and passed by like I wasn't there

I watched lonely people keep all to themselves full of fear in the worlds they had made

I swore then that I'd make a difference I promised that I'd make a change



Is that how it is?

Is that how it is, baby, with you?

Is that how you want it to be?

'Cause that's how it is with me



As I walked past a churchyard an old man on his knees in the street

Said,