Lyric FUTURES AND PASTS [l]

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