Cornerstone (Live)

A song about a search for the Albert Hall

I thought I saw you in the Battleship

But it was only a look alike

She was nothing but a vision trick

Under the warning light

She was close

Close enough to be your ghost

But my chances turned to toast

When I asked her if I could call her your name

I thought I saw you in the Rusty Hook

Huddled up in wicker chair

I wandered up for a closer look

And smooched whoever was sitting there

She was close

And she sqeezed me very tightly

'Til I asked awfully politely

"Please, can I call you her name?"

And I elongated my lift home

Yeah, I let him go the long way 'round

I smelt your scent on the seatbelt

And kept my shortcuts to myself

Oh, I thought I saw you in the Parrot's Beak

Fiddlin' with the smoke alarm

It was too loud for me to hear her speak

And she had a broken arm

It was close

So close that the walls were wet

And she wrote it out in Letraset

"No, you can't call me her name"

So tell me, where's your hiding place?

You see I'm worried I'll forget your face

And I've asked everyone

I'm beginning to think I imagined you all along

I elongated my lift home

Yeah, I let him go the long way 'round

I smelt your scent on the seatbelt

And kept my shortcuts to myself

Mister Jamie Cook on the electric guitar

I saw your sister in the Cornerstone

On the phone to the middle man

When I saw that she was on her own

And that's when I knew that she understand

She was close

Well, you couldn't get much closer

She said, "I'm really not supposed to, but yes

You can call me anything you want"