I was in a sleeping dream When a policeman brought my
mother home By the window I didn’t scream I was too old
for thatI was in a drunken dream The pubs were closed It
was three o’clock At the bottom of the street it seemed
There was a policeman lost in the fog I understand but I
don’t see it I understand but I don’t see it I understand
but I don’t read it Futures and pasts You can cry for
your lost childhood Will you cry for our lost childhoods?
But remember how you hated it And worse cause you
couldn’t state it? And it’s time for the note, see it And
it’s time for the note, say it And it’s time for the
note, read it Futures and pasts Look at the woman of
thirty-nine Look at the man of forty-nine You can read
their lousy lives You can see their ugly face linesThey
understand but they don’t see it They understand but they
don’t see it I understand but I don’t read it Futures and
pastsI understand but I don’t see itI understand but I
don’t see it I understand but I don’t read it Futures and
pasts