Wonder if you can pick up my accent on the phone
When I call across the country, when I call across the world
I see you in my kitchen, I can picture you now
As you toast to your small town when you drink the happy hour

I’m in London still

I took the tube over to Camden to wander around
I bought some funky records with that old Motown sound
And I miss you like my left arm that’s been lost in a war
Today I dream of home and not of London anymore

I’m in London still

You know it’s okay, I’m kinda happy here for now
I think I’ve finally grown up and got myself a lover now
And if I ever come home and I, I think I will
I hope you’re gonna wanna hang at my place on Sunday still

Oh yeah I hope you will

Cause I’m in London still

You know we got it sorted, yeah we really got it down
To a fine art on Sunday in a sleepy Sunday town
I wonder what I’m missing, I think of songs I’ve never heard
I’m dreaming of your voices and I’m dreaming of your hurt

I’m in London still