This mistily remembered friend just breezed into town,
pulling all the cobwebs out and blowing my defences 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 favourite shirt on.
I hear the word on
the street is out.
I see you.