Exiles
Now...in this faraway land
Strange...that the palms of my hands
Should be damp with expectancy
Spring...and the airs turning mild
City lights...and the glimpse of a child
Of the alleyway infantry
Friends...do they know what I mean
Rain...and the gathering green
Of an afternoon out-of-town
But lord I had to go
My trail was laid too slow behind me
To face the call of fame
Or make a drunkards name for me
Though now this other life
Has brought a different understanding
And from these endless days
Shall come a broader sympathy
And though I count the hours
To be alones no injury...
My home...was a place near the sand
Cliffs...and a military band
Blew and air of normality
song performed by King Crimson
Added by Lucian Velea
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