[00:00.000] 作词 : Cross, Fripp, Palmer-James
[01:29.788]Now...in this faraway land
[01:35.900]Strange...that the palms of my hands
[01:40.790]Should be damp with expectancy
[02:48.388]Spring...and the air's turning mild
[02:55.136]City lights...and the glimpse of a child
[03:00.140]Of the alleyway infantry
[03:07.327]Friends...do they know what I mean?
[03:13.332]Rain...and the gathering green
[03:18.332]Of an afternoon out-of-town
[03:26.271]But lord I had to go
[03:29.021]My trail was laid too slow behind me
[03:33.467]To face the call of fame
[03:36.717]Or make a drunkard's name for me
[03:40.968]But now this better life
[03:44.468]Has brought a different understanding
[03:48.924]And through these endless days
[03:52.400]Shall come a broader sympathy
[03:56.122]And though I count the hours
[04:00.621]To be alone's no injury...
[04:04.605]My home...was a place by the sand
[04:12.355]Cliffs...and a military band
[04:17.604]Blew an air of normality