Cornerstone - Live

A song about a search for the Albert Hall

I thought a saw you in the battleship
But it was only a look a like
She was nothing but a vision trick
Under the warning light
She was close, close enough to be your ghost
But my chances turn 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 over for a closer look
And smooch who ever was sitting there
She was close, and she squeezed 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 seat belt
And keep my shortcuts to myself, oh

I thought I caught you in the parrots beak
Fiddling with the smoke alarm
It was too loud for me to hear her speak
And she had a broken arm

It was close, it was 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 seat belt
And keep my shortcuts to myself

I saw your sister in the cornerstone
On the phone to the middle man
When I saw that she was on her own
That's when I knew that she'll 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"