121 - Robert Forster

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