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.
I see you.
