Lost Boys Calling (En Vivo)

Come hold me now, I am not gone

I will 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 taped your hand and went running

You turned back up the Kinway up at Steavetown again

And in my strange July

When I hear the 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 rain

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 no, you never will

And in my strange July

When I hear the seabirds cry

I hold the child, the child in the man

The child that we leave behind

Oh, the child, the child in the man

The child that we leave behind