This time last week
A sleepy saxophone
And three goodnight kisses on the telephone
When the traffic lights see me coming they turn to red
I remember we lay one hot summer night
With the fridge door open and the fluorescent light
Lit your body so pale - so white
And I said
This time last week
I was sitting in a metro bar
Staring at the walls
A cigarette between my lips
Now I wanna slouch and grin
And drink another gin
Play dominoes
Play castanets
Now I got love
At my fingertips
Starting sentences we know we won't finish
Switching off the TV
You're an acrobat, a long-distance runner
You walk backwards in front of me
We could push two single beds together
Look out the window at the evening sky
Watch the storm clouds filled with electric light bulbs
Steaming by
This time last week
I was sitting in a metro bar
Staring at the walls
A cigarette between my lips
Now I wanna slouch and grin
And drink another gin
Play dominoes
Play castanets
Now I got love
At my fingertips
On the last train home
Got a parrot on my shoulder
You know, Wordsworth was a lot like you
When the waiter sees me coming
He smiles then turns away
Oh those Badalona boys
Beat your drums, blow your trumpets
I'm standing in a subway
Looking this way, looking that way
Thinking what an end to a perfect day
Because this time last week
I was sitting in a metro bar
Staring at the walls
A cigarette between my lips
Now I wanna slouch and grin
And drink another gin
Play dominoes
Play castanets
Now I got love
At my fingertips
this time last week
words & music by Robert Campbell
I used to work up the coast from Barcelona in a town called Mataró. Each day I'd take the train there and then catch the last train home. This song is about the journey, the strange assortment of characters on the train, and being in love in Barcelona.