Lost Boys Calling

Come hold me now, I am not gone

I would not leave you here alone

In this dead calm beneath the waves

I can still hear those lost boys calling

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 seabirds cry

I hold the child, the child in the man

The child that we leave behind

And in Mott Street in July

When I hear those seabirds cry

I hold the child, the child in the man

The child that we leave behind

The spotlight fades, the boys disband

The final notes lie mute upon the sand

And in the silence of the grave

I can still hear those lost boys calling

We left them there when they were young

The men were gone until the west was won

And now there's nothing left but time to kill

You never took us fishing dad and now you never will

And in Mott Street in July

When she hear those seabirds cry

she hold the child, the child in the man

The child that we leave behind