Futures And Pasts (Live, North West Arts, Manchester, 25 May 1977)

歌詞

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 that I 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 lines They 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 Pasts 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