Songtexte: Robert Forster. 121.

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 cafe
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 (repeat to fade)