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
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 alone's no injury...
My home...was a place by the sand
Cliffs...and a military band
Blew an air of normality
[02:22.68]Now...in this faraway land
[02:29.13]Strange...that the palms of my hands
[02:33.80]Should be damp with expectancy
[03:50.21]Spring...and the air's turning mild
[03:56.56]City lights...and the glimpse of a child
[04:01.78]Of the alleyway infantry
[04:08.98]Friends...do they know what i mean?
[04:15.34]Rain...and the gathering green
[04:20.37]Of an afternoon out-of-town
[04:28.83]But lord i had to go
[04:31.88]My trail was laid too slow behind me
[04:37.81]To face the call of fame
[04:40.73]Or make a drunkard's name for me
[04:47.02]But now this better life
[04:50.69]Has brought a different understanding
[04:56.87]And through these endless days
[05:00.42]Shall come a broader sympathy
[05:06.51]And though i count the hours
[05:09.96]To be alone's no injury...
[05:14.62]My home...was a place by the sand
[05:22.40]Cliffs...and a military band
[05:27.48]Blew an air of normality
