Policeman Getting Lost

And I see the blue-eyed surfer boy’s gone home
To the west coast
And the Clerk Street morning
Haunted with 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 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