Lyrics Booth Street - Youth Group

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
I see you