Exiles

EXILES

Down the street from the hotell
Same old streets that we know so well
A few high-rises line the walls of urban hell
The kids are kivking through the snow

Where the exiles go
Where the exiles go

Come via Stockholm on a train
Don’t wanna make that trip again
Glad to be out here in the sleet and rain
Norwegian men I love them so

Where the exiles go
Where the exiles go

Making movies for the man
Getting to work in the back of a van
Getting heavy in a haze of crystal meth.
Hey no one’s ever gonna know

Where the exiles go
Where the exiles go

A lot of people come through here
A lot has changed over the years
The kids are getting really young now
That come to run the golden wheels
And you will never ever know just how it feels
This kind of human sacrifice
To be invisible to everybody’s eyes
And to Mister politician on the radio
And to Mister charming richman in the TV show
Do you know?

Where the exiles go
Where the exiles go

And when the driving snow
Is driving everyone home
Then all the exiles must go
Go walking on their own
They never stop and talk
And they never slow down
Alone and mindless flight
Like so many animals might
Be running for their lives
They too are running now
Whatever made them run
Is never far behind
Is there something out there
They just have to find?
Or can they just never run enough?
And you see it when you see them pass you by
And you see it when you look into their eye
That only exiles know
Where all the exiles go
That only exiles know
Where all the exiles go

Don’t look back
Never slow down
Don’t look back
Never slow down
Don’t look back
Never slow down
Don’t look back
Never slow down

(Tekst:Sivert Høyem)