121 - Robert Forster

Written by：Robert Forster

One sleeve rolled up

One sleeve rolled down

I'm wearing a black and white shirt

In a sleepy town

And I love the shirt love the town

And when the sun goes down

We go to a café

And we talk one to one

And it's tombstones cobblestones

All those old bones

That lie beneath this city

But I want to see her one to one

One to one

I love her eyes and everything that they see

I hope my footsteps are somewhere beneath me

'Cos it's another corner another bend

I run into an old old friend

She said she saw you moving through the streets

Like you owned them

And it's tombstones cobblestones

All those old bones

That lie beneath this city

But I want to see her one to one

One to one

One to one you to me

Bring a whole new kind of certainty to my life

To these days that run out to the sunset

I see you by the old stone bridge

Your daddy's beer down by the river's edge

And it's

You know someone told me that you were at the health food store

So I rushed there

And there you were

It was perfect

And it's tombstones cobblestones

All those old bones

That lie beneath this city

But I want to see her

Tombstones cobblestones

Her beautiful bones

That lie beneath this city

But I want to see her one to one

One to one

One to one

One to one

One to one

One to one

One to one

One to one

One to one

One to one

One to one

One to one

One to one

One to one

One to one

One to one

One to one

One to one

One to one

One to one