Lost Boys Calling Lyrics - Roger Waters

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 fishin' dad and now you never will 

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