Policeman Getting Lost Lyrics

& 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