Interpret:

Roger Waters

Album:

Flickering Flame: The Solo Years Volume 1

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