Sunday afternoon bus into town <br />A quiet ride <br />Me and the mates <br />Jump off at the Empire <br />Leg it across Lime Street <br />Over St Georges Plateau <br />Down into Whitechapel <br />Stop at Jack Sharps' <br />Nose through Hessey's window <br />Turn into Matthew Street <br /> <br />They used to be here <br />All four of them <br />Just a few short months ago <br />They used to be ours <br />But we gave them to the world <br /> <br />The Cavern <br />They stood right here <br />I've gorra picture <br />It's fab. It's the gear <br />Yeh - right here <br />And now I'M here <br /> <br />Ha <br />What if one day people wanted <br />To stand in some place <br />Just because <br />One day in the past <br />I <br />Had stood there <br />Like I'm standin' here now <br />Eh? <br /> <br />Me? I'd think they were nuts. <br /> <br />Sunday afternoon <br />A quiet time <br />Here at the nerve centre <br />Of the world<br /><br />Bob Oldfield<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/matthew-street-and-me/
