Besedila: Robert Forster. On A Street Corner.

It was on a street corner
In my hometown
that's when I first saw you and I regret that
day now

There was sun on that morning
as I lay in my single bed
The bed at the back of the family home
those yellow curtains over my head
Black shoes and old jeans
a favourite shirt of faded blue
blue, blue, blue

That's what I had on
the day I first saw you
that's what I was wearing
the day I first saw you

And baby tell me
what childhood crime
made you so narrow
so hard all the time
Your old lines your harshness
of what others should do
I did not know
what hit me when I came
to know you
I did not know
what hit me when I came
to know you

The city was beneath me then
It was glittering like a star
Throwing up its suggestions
of who it thinks you are
Who it thinks that you are
and what it thinks you could be
could be, could be, could be

That's how it was
The day you walked past me
That's how it was
The day you passed me

And baby tell me
what is it like
to always be so narrow
and always so right
To carry your fury
and to always lay it down
I did not know
about these things
In my hometown

It was on a street corner
And I regret that day now