London Still

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’m in London still

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 herb

I'm in London still

I'm in London still

I'm in London still

Oh I'm in London still

la-la-la-la-la London still

I'm in London