The Clientele - Policeman Getting Lost lyrics

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