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.