Exiles Songtext
von David Cross

Now in this far away land
Strange that the palms of my hands
Should be damp with expectancy
Spring and the air turning mild
City lights and a glimpse of a child
Up the alleyway in a dream
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 drunkard′s name for me
Though now this better life
Has brought a different understanding
And from these endless days
Shall come a broader sympathy
Although I count the hours
To be alone's no injury
My home was replaced by the sand
Cliffs and a military band
Blew an air of normality