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 sea birds cry I hold the child The child in the man The child that we leave behind
And in Mott Street in July When she hears those sea birds cry She holds 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 hears the sea birds cry She holds the child The child in the man The child that we leave behind - Coda -
[00:20.365]Come hold me now [00:23.966]I am not gone [00:28.551]I would not leave you here alone [00:34.580]In this dead calm beneath the waves [00:41.856]I can still hear those lost boys calling [00:49.346]You could not speak [00:52.991]You were afraid [00:57.396]To take the risk of being left again [01:03.595]And so you tipped your hat and waved and then [01:11.727]You turned back up the gangway of that steel tomb again [01:18.775]And in Mott Street in July [01:25.496]When I hear those sea birds cry [01:33.194]I hold the child [01:36.892]The child in the man [01:40.422]The child that we leave behind [01:52.274] [02:22.086]And in Mott Street in July [02:29.004]When she hears those sea birds cry [02:36.415]She holds the child [02:39.972]The child in the man [02:43.758]The child that we leave behind [02:55.605]The spotlight fades [02:59.002]The boys disband [03:03.470]The final notes lie mute upon the sand [03:09.889]And in the silence of the grave [03:17.082]I can still hear those lost boys calling [03:24.362]We left them there [03:27.728]When they were young [03:32.442]The men were gone until the west was won [03:38.799]And now there's nothing left but time to kill [03:46.880]You never took us fishing dad and now you never will [03:53.843]And in Mott Street in July [04:01.244]When she hears the sea birds cry [04:08.581]She holds the child [04:12.084]The child in the man [04:15.758]The child that we leave behind [04:30.557]- Coda -
