This is the story of the beggar man
Who lost the money who lost the girlfriend
Should i forget or should i tell?
Stand on the line for a piece of bread
Thinking about the past to forget
Gimme your money don't give me your love
I need a pound to pay for my soul
Trying to be whatever I can't be
Now I'm drawing forth with my guitar
Walking around in London town
Play all the day in the underground
Singing The song about you
About the day I let you leave
So far away from shangri-la
The day is over and the air is cold
Like yesterday and the day before
Under the bridge or in front of the trains
These are my cheap 4 stars hotels
Not for the money not for the rest
Could be the reason why i feel bad
All that i need is over my back
But now you are gone and nothing has left
Trying to reach whatever i feel missed
Should i gain my life with my guitar?
Turning around in Camden town
Playng all the day in the underground
Searching your face around me
Look at the people passing
Sha la la la la Sha la la la la
Turning around in Camden town
Playng all the day in the underground
Searching your face around me
I know my life is passing
So far away from Shangri-la
