KING CRIMSON - Exiles lyrics

rate me

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