| Song | Exiles (live) |
| Artist | King Crimson |
| Album | USA [live] |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Cross, Fripp, Palmer-James |
| [01:59.30] | Now in this faraway land |
| [02:05.49] | Strange that the palms of my hands |
| [02:10.59] | Should be damp with expectancy |
| [03:30.80] | Spring, and the air's turning mild |
| [03:36.91] | City lights and the glimpse of a child |
| [03:42.15] | Of the alleyway infantry |
| [03:49.92] | Friends – do they know what I mean? |
| [03:56.16] | Rain and the gathering green |
| [04:01.56] | Of an afternoon out of town |
| [04:10.26] | But lord I had to go |
| [04:13.29] | The trail was laid too slow behind me |
| [04:19.18] | To face the call of fame |
| [04:21.91] | Or make a drunkard's name for me |
| [04:27.05] | But now this better life |
| [04:29.12] | Has brought a different understanding |
| [04:34.55] | And from these endless days |
| [04:37.02] | Shall come a broader sympathy |
| [04:43.27] | And though I count the hours |
| [04:46.71] | To be alone's no injury |
| [04:51.00] | My home was a place by the sand |
| [04:58.91] | Cliffs and a military band |
| [05:04.00] | Blew an air of normality,oh.. |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Cross, Fripp, PalmerJames |
| [01:59.30] | Now in this faraway land |
| [02:05.49] | Strange that the palms of my hands |
| [02:10.59] | Should be damp with expectancy |
| [03:30.80] | Spring, and the air' s turning mild |
| [03:36.91] | City lights and the glimpse of a child |
| [03:42.15] | Of the alleyway infantry |
| [03:49.92] | Friends do they know what I mean? |
| [03:56.16] | Rain and the gathering green |
| [04:01.56] | Of an afternoon out of town |
| [04:10.26] | But lord I had to go |
| [04:13.29] | The trail was laid too slow behind me |
| [04:19.18] | To face the call of fame |
| [04:21.91] | Or make a drunkard' s name for me |
| [04:27.05] | But now this better life |
| [04:29.12] | Has brought a different understanding |
| [04:34.55] | And from these endless days |
| [04:37.02] | Shall come a broader sympathy |
| [04:43.27] | And though I count the hours |
| [04:46.71] | To be alone' s no injury |
| [04:51.00] | My home was a place by the sand |
| [04:58.91] | Cliffs and a military band |
| [05:04.00] | Blew an air of normality, oh.. |