Al Stewart - Beacon Street

Al Stewart - 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