Memory (Live at St Pancras)

My lovely boy, where did you go?

Caught in the sails? I don’t know…

I waved you off—eighteen years old

You came back angry and cold

I know we haven’t been the best of friends

But here’s an offer now that never ends

Look how far my open hand extends

We’ve got lots of time to make our mends;

On the holidays and at weekends

Oh, I never really knew

What, all my brags and boasts

They must have done to you

No, I never meant to cast

A shadow so opaque

So heavy or so vast

My lovely boy, ah, there you are

I knew you couldn’t be far

If all’s forgot

Promise me then:

Don’t ever leave me again