[Lyric] Henrietta Street (Basciville & Stephen James Smith)

The bustle of Main Street South comes from behind
It's been a while since these sounds echoed down the wall of Henrietta Street
I attempt to tune it out though, to focus my attention on the bird song coming from the roof of Hore's Stores as I sip a pint of Guinness along with a full Irish for my lunch
Sure what's the point of being self-employed if you can't have a drink in the midday
In front, a man in a wheelchair chats to his friend, or carer, or both, who knows
He's wearing a T-shirt saying "keep it mellow", that's the motto for today
He tells of a father, a builder, a walled garden
"Last week", he says, "thеre was a funeral
Next week, a wеdding
Sure that's the way of life" They agree

My plans for today have now changed
Unfortunate to have found a place to watch the world, to sink another pint
To spot strangers' face I've begun to recognize in this town that's my new home
In the background, I hear a busker playing "Ordinary Man" by Peter Hames
It's a song I love
"No work today"
Carries on the air
So I take heed of that for a while
Thoughts of next week's colonoscopy are on hold
I get the sense this is how it's meant to be for now
To my right pansies align the side of Simon Lambert's pub as the street slightly slopes towards a statue of Commodore John Barry
A Wexford man and a father of the American navy
He died in Philadelphia in 1803 at the age of fifty eight
But I'm not thinking of a final resting place right now
Just resting
And seeing what's to come
And how every day is monumental
If you think about it