Whitlams 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 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 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 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 You might be unworthy But you remember what I remember And that's enough to care You don't fall off the rails