And the cyclist stops at the end of the road   Looks to the left and the right   Catches pedestrian eyes   And the heartbroken face   Walks under flashing green lights   He watches her lips start to move   As she whispers the words   "Let's take to the streets"      The pedestrian stops at the end of the day   Takes off his shoes and his coat   Looks at the clock on the wall   And the night sky outside   He watches the days disappear   Lying face down on the bed   With a thought in his head   "Let's take to the streets"      So you take the railways, I'll take the Post Office queues   You take the high streets and I'll take the old bingo halls   We'll sing along with every song in Zanzibar clubs   And dance 'til we drop   Browsing old west end galleries   Drinking in east end hostelries   You and I, we'll take to the streets   And shake the anonymity that comes with city   We'll count to three, then take to the streets      And the cyclist stops at the end of the road   Looks to the left and the right   Catches pedestrian eyes   And the heartbroken face   No longer shuffles along   Under the flashing green lights   Without a smile on her face