King Crimson - Exiles [Live]Lyrics

Now, in this faraway land Strange, that the palms of my lands Should be damp with expectancy Spring, and the air's 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 junkyard's 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 alone's no injury My home, was a place near the sand Cliffs, and a military band Blew an air of normality.