[Verse 1]
And I see the blue-eyed surfer boy's gone home
To the west coast
And the Clerk Street morning
Haunted by the figures of your friends

[Chorus 1]
But if you get too tired
You can lay your hair across my pillow

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus 2]
That night inside the fog
I saw a policeman getting lost