We'd 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 to make life fuller
But if the last of our dreams is broken we'll walk the same way
home
There's a problem:
There's no sleepy girl to wrap you in her loving arms
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
There's a gold star on your forehead and there is trouble up ahead
Charlie, what will 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