the afternoon
it's one maybe two
sipping away my last gold star
not so much to do
dream away the sunny day
'til its time to leave
I'll just watch you pass on by
when I'm on my own in Tel Aviv
with the blocks to one side
and the beach on the other
and the trees and the leaves
on my own in Tel Aviv
and the leaves and the trees
on my own in Tel Aviv
I see smoke is rolling
breaking off the shore
the sound of traffic fades
like someone closed the door
see I might stay here
watch the skins keeping cool
like Greene's man overseas
I read the rules
with the blocks to one side
and the beach on the other
and the trees and the leaves
on my own in Tel Aviv
and the palms and the trees
on my own in Tel Aviv
