Lyrics

I recall the day. Carving my way through the old town. Climbing the steps of the underground in the throes of traveling. In the noonday sun, crowds clustered round the magicians plying their trades to the little ones- their laughter unraveling. And oh Piccadilly, turn on your lights again. Oh Piccadilly, I'm gonna stay 'til the end of the show - 'til the end of the show. Then came the day they suddenly shut it all down. Your boisterous streets turned silent. In an eerie masquerade. The circus left town and retreated to life on the screen and all they could play was the death scene, and the actors went unpaid. Oh Piccadilly, they long for your lights again. Oh Piccadilly, don't you know how we depend on the show? The heavyweight hero is holding our hopes. The enemy clings to the ropes or so we are told and it all seems so real. An invisible hand, coin in a pocket. Out of the blue a left hook knocks him out cold. It was part of the deal. I recall the day when our voices would fill up a room. Someone would call for a tune and no one was afraid. I remember a time when life filled the air and the streets. People would fill up the seats and rules were disobeyed. And oh Piccadilly, can we go back again? Oh Piccadilly, maybe it's really the end. Oh Piccadilly, turn on your lights again! Oh Piccadilly I'm gonna stay 'til the end of the show, 'til the end of the show. I remember the day carving my way through the old town. Climbing the steps of the underground in the throes of traveling.