Booth Street Lyrics

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.