& I see the blue-eyed surfer boys gone home
to the west coast
& the Clerk Street morning

haunted by the figures of your friends

but if you get too tired

you can lay your hair across my pillow
the darkness coming quickly
at this time of the year


but you can lay your hands on me
if you like

Yeah you can lay your hands on me
for a while


that night inside the fog
I saw a policeman getting lost