Exile

Exile By Good Harvest Borders closing one by one Land and country disappear The early years all ran away One of these days I'll wake up middle aged Tired to the bone Rejected by myself I'm not welcome here As the years spin by I lose myself Suspicious stranger to what my poor heart hoped And I'll break out from all I know Till another world shines down Once a rebel of my own In a town that no one ever knew I used to dance away into the sun And one of these days I thought I'd be the one To fight and stand there strong The angels sang their song Until my time had come As the years spin by I lose myself Suspicious stranger to what my poor heart hoped And I'll break out from all I know Till another world shines down I'm an emigrant No longer greeted in my home I'm a foreigner I'm left out all alone I'm an emigrant No longer greeted in my home I'm a foreigner I'm left out