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