Lost Boys Calling 　　

　　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 that 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 lies 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 my street in July
　　When she hears the seabirds cry
　　She holds the child
　　The child in the man
　　The child that we leave behind