Beacon Street Lyrics - A Beach Full Of Shells - Al Stewart

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