Exiles Lyrics - American Central Dust - Son Volt

Shots are filled and boredom killed 

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