Exiles
Now…in this faraway land
Strange…that the palms of my hands
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 drunkard’s name for me
Though 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 alone’s no injury…
My home…was a place near the sand
Cliffs…and a military band
Blew an air of normality
