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"