| Song | 121 |
| Artist | Robert Forster |
| Album | The Best Of The Solo Recordings 1990-1997 |
| 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 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 |