Nice man Jack is home again to see the morning come.
Smiling at the passers-by, he takes the midday sun.
And sometimes he would talk awhile to hear what people say.
But they all say the same thing as he turns to walk away.
It's a pity there aren't more like him.
It's a pity there aren't more like him.
It's a pity there aren't more like him [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/j/john_miles/nice_man_jack_iii_harley_street.html ]
