LOST BOYS CALLING Paroles

You could not speak
You were afraid
To take the risk of being left again
And so you tipped your hat and waved
And then
You turned back up the gangway
Of that steel tomb again

And in Mott street in July
When I hear those sea birds cry
I hold the child
The child in the man
The child that we leave behind

The spotlight fades
The boys disband
The final note lies mute upon the sand
And in the silence of the grave
I can still hear those lost boys calling
You never took us fishing Dad
And now you never will...
And in Mott street in July
When I hear those sea birds cry
I hold the child
The child in the man
The child that we leave behind