Текст (слова) песни: King Crimson - 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
The trail was laid too slow behind me
To face the call of fame
Or make a drunkards name for me
But now this better life
Has brought a different understanding
And through these endless days
Shall come a broader sympathy
And though I count the hours
To be alones no injury...

My home...was a place by the sand
Cliffs...and a military band
Blew an air of normality
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