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 she hears those seabirds 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 fishin' dad and now you never will
And in Mott street in July When she hears the seabirds cry She holds the child The child in the man The child that we leave behind
Now you should know A) I like Roger Waters B) I'm too lazy to do a self-summary C) I sometimes use "loopholes" to get beyond websites trying to force me to write crap or give real info.
I hope you still like me.
I am calm, sweet, and shy