King Crimson – Exiles (Guitar)

D                    C
Now, in this faraway land

D                             C
Strange, that the palms of my hands

                    Bm         Am
Should be damp with expectancy

D                             C
Spring, and the air's turning mild

D                                 C
City lights, and the glimpse of a child

                Bm       Am
Of the alleyway infantry

D                            C
Friends, do they know what I mean

D                       C
Rain, and the gathering green

                Bm          Am
Of an afternoon out-of-town

D
But Lord I had to go

D                          C#m
My trail was laid too slow behind me

G
To face the call of fame

G         F#m                 Bm
Or make a drunkard's name for me

Am7
But now this better life

Am7                     Gm7
Has brought a different understanding

F#
And through these endless days

F#                   F#m     D7/A
Shall come a broader sympathy

G
And though I count the hours

G                F#
To be alone's no injury

Bb D                          C
My home, was a place near the sand

D                      C
Cliffs, and a military band

               Bm        Am
Blew an air of normality

D         C
ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

D         C
ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Bm       Am
ooh, ooh

Em  C  D C Bm Am
aah aah