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 a**erting 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
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 a**erting 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