Beacon Street

When your little world has fallen apart

You'll be living on Beacon Street

In a flat above a laundry

It's warm and forgiving on Beacon Street

Hundreds of paperback novels adorning your shelves

Piles of CDs that are eager to please

Still asserting themselves

There's something in the morning light

That is muted and soft down on Beacon Street

Then a bar or two of classical music

Will waft through the air

Newspaper adverts will usher the future your way

Indian teas and then take-out Chinese

At the end of the day

Shadows on furniture cast by the light of the moon

You've got a fridge full of food

You won't need to go anywhere soon

When it's time to start again

They will welcome you in down on Beacon Street

Everybody needs a moment or two

Now and then on their own