[00:00.000] 作词 : Cross, Fripp, Palmer-James
[01:31.546]Now...in this faraway land
[01:38.797]Strange...that the palms of my hands
[01:44.797]Should be damp with expectancy
[01:53.297]Spring...and the air's turning mild
[02:00.287]City lights...and the glimpse of a child
[02:06.297]Of the alleyway infantry
[03:15.255]Friends...do they know what I mean
[03:22.507]Rain...and the gathering green
[03:28.258]Of an afternoon out-of-town
[03:37.260]But lord I had to go
[03:40.559]My trail was laid too slow behind me
[03:47.551]To face the call of fame
[03:50.808]Or make a drunkard's name for me
[03:57.308]But now this better day
[04:01.308]Has brought a different understanding
[04:08.035]And through these endless days
[04:11.315]Shall come a broader sympathy
[04:18.061]And though I count the hours
[04:21.990]To be alone's no injury
[04:26.993]My home...was a place by the sand
[04:35.993]Cliffs...and a military band
[04:41.994]Blew an air of normality