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 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
Yeah, 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
If I ever come home, and I, I think I will
I hope you're gonna wanna hang at my place on Sunday still
'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, oh and I'm dreaming of your herb
'Cause I'm in London still
La-la-la-la-la London still