King Crimson - Exiles lyrics

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 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