Текст песни Policeman Getting Lost

And I see the blue-eyed surfer boys gone home to the west coast And the Clerk Street morning haunted by the figures of your friends but if you get too tired you can lay your hair across my pillow 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 that night inside the fog I saw a policeman getting lost