I was in a sleeping dream
When a policeman brought my mother home
By the window I didnt scream
I was too old for that


I was in a drunken dream
The pubs were closed
It was three oclock
At the bottom of the street it seemed
There was a policeman lost in the fog


I understand but I dont see it
I understand but I dont see it
I understand but I dont 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 couldnt state it?


And its time for the note, see it
And its time for the note, say it
And its 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 dont see it
They understand but they dont see it
I understand but I dont read it
Futures and pasts


I understand but I dont see it
I understand but I dont see it
I understand but I dont read it
Futures and pasts