Son Volt - Exiles lyrics

Shots are filled and boredom k**ed The last chance purple of dawn Pagan roads and catacombs Lost on the way to the heart Bar souls and shifty eyes Grievances to the government San Francisco, New York, New York The best religion is faith in man Too far along to live alone Chasing a world to call your own The sting of mortality A reminder renewal only happens within The damage has been determined There's a different set of rules closing in History repeats while the sick machine roars Hustlers and wolves walk freely through the door But when you go leave a smile on your face We're exiles now pulling out of this place Too far along to let alone Chasing a world to call our own Too far along to let alone Chasing a world to call our own