Lucy Gertjan Wijnalda, april 1998 about this song when i was in Amsterdam one rainy day, near the central station all kinds of junks were sitting there. i had to walk past them, and couldn't keep myself from looking down. i looked right in the eyes of a girl who couldn't be much older than i was, at the time. the situation really shocked me, since it made me realize what a creep i was to walk on. to just go, not looking back. when i was in london, the same year, i saw a woman walking in a little street, desperately trying to light a cigarette. i imagined that could've been the girl i saw at the station. finally, when i got home, i wrote this very song you're currently looking at. listen to it   [ realaudio ] there is no recording of this song available at this time. Lucy (G.L. Wijnalda) I met Lucy on a little square in London Where she was sitting in the pouring rain She did nothing to hide herself For raindrops falling on her face As she lighted the only cigarette she had As she began to tell, I felt my world turn upside down And I wonder how one could get in such a mess Lucy had left her house when she was sixteen And never returned back home Sleeping on the streets, she managed to get along Lucy, go on and tell your story I long to know what you've been through Lucy, you must know that you can trust me I won't tell anyone if you don't want to, oh Lucy Filling her lungs with smoke that slowly takes it's toll It's crashing her world, nothing remains the same Her thoughts they aren't clear She only sees what not exists And I wonder, how one could get out of such a mess Chorus Do you really want to live in a world like this? Where people are sleeping on the streets Finding yourself too good to help them out To help a little girl like her Chorus Lucy, go on and tell your story Maybe they'll once look through your eyes Lucy, you're the one who can make them see You have a right to live in this world too, oh Lucy