Letra de 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 friendsBut if you get too tired You can lay your hair across my pillow The darkness coming quickly At this time of yearBut you can lay your hands on me If you like Yeah, you can lay your hands on me For a whileThat night inside the fog I saw a policeman getting lost