Charlie No. 1

We've seen her type before

Sandals and the hair

They fall in love with big dumb boys

And we sit and stare

So we walk the long way home

Glasses in our hands

When the last of the ice is eaten

Throw them as far as we can

There's a problem

There's no sleepy girl to wrap you in her loving arms

There's a lizard on the doorstep

And there is music in my head

We put the world on hold

Two young men growing old

We talk of years like lost weekends

And the harbour shrugs

Because friends are getting fewer

And we vow life will be fuller

But if the last of our dreams is broken

We'll walk the same way home

There's a gold star on your forehead

But there is trouble up ahead

Charlie what'll become of us?

I had my dreams for both of us

For both of us

You might be unworthy

But you remember what I remember

And that's enough to care

You don't fall off the rails

Words & Music: Tim Freedman

Tim Freedman: vocal, backing vocals, piano

Cottco Lovett: double bass

Chris Abrahams: Hammond organ

Peter Hollo: cello