Exiles — King Crimson

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 drunkyard'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.