Robert Forster

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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
'Cause it's another corner, another bend
I run into an old, old friend
She said she saw you moving through the streets l
ike 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

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