Booth Street

This mistily remembered friend

Just breezed into town,

pulling all the cobwebs out

and blowing my defenses down.

I think that I've been needin'

some of her spring cleanin'

now we're gone.

If I'd known she was coming

I would have baked a cake.

But we'll have to make

do with minimum chips and flake.

Let's throw away the recipe,

let's make it up.

I see you standing on Booth Street,

waiting on two feet there for me.

I see you, a full bag of fruit yeah,

I think that you suit me to a tee.

The heavenly choir now coming out of church.

To the altar I don't walk I lurch.

Heaven knows I'm hard to please,

but I'm trying to change.

I see you standing on Booth Street,

waiting on two feet there for me.

I see you chewing your nails

yeah, it never fails to chew me up.

Been through it so many times that it seems.

I'm in the middle of a recurring dream

.

I see you standing on Booth Street,

waiting on two feet there for me.

I see you, your favorite shirt on.

I hear the word on the street is out.