Lost Boys lyrics

Say nothing of faith or fear Oh bold, blessed boy King's ransom in problems unsolved For trinkets and toys Old dusty set packed up and saved A tender-eyed smile There's a light that's been counted away In minutes and miles Round and round Supper can wait Worn down Still chasing that train So gather the fragments of yore Turn eights into threes There's a voice that's been calling your name Past the cellophane sea Days measured in cigarette burns And coffee stained lines Rough palms touch face pressed to glass Still sprawled on the pine Round and round Supper can wait Worn down Still chasing that train