Futures and Pasts

I was in a sleeping dream

When a policeman brought my mother home

By the window i didn't scream

I was too old for that

I was in a drunken dream

The pubs were closed

It was three o'clock

At the bottom of the street it seemed

There was a policeman lost in the fog

I understand but i don't see it

I understand but i don't see it

I understand but i don't read it

Futures and pasts

You can cry for your lost childhood

Will you cry for our lost childhoods?

But remember how you hated it

And worse cause you couldn't state it?

And it's time for the note, see it

And it's time for the note, say it

And it's time for the note, read it

Futures and pasts

Look at the woman of thirty-nine

Look at the man of forty-nine

You can read their lousy lives

You can see their ugly face lines

They understand but they don't see it

They understand but they don't see it

I understand but i don't read it

Futures and pasts

I understand but i don't see it

I understand but i don't see it

I understand but i don't read it

Futures and pasts