Miserable Strangers - King Creosote

I’ve done with being brave

And oh how we slaved to pave our way

And only to be dropped upon this quay

And only to be press-ganged overseas

Is this the end of the begining or the begining of the end

And these miserable strangers will be the making of our friends

They’ve been dropped upon this quay

Just the same as you and me

With each step forward there’s two looks back

Are you so bewildered inside

But you know we’ll have the new life that we talked of loud and proud

Hack them high and hold them dear

For we’ll soon forget these faces in the crowd blurred by our tears

And yet we’ll miss them year on year

So let’s pull ourselves together like the others

We’ll throw our hats into the air

And try to raise a hearty cheer

And at the back of my mind and I was always hoping I might just get back

At the back of my mind and I was always hoping I might just get back

Always hoping I might just get back

At the back of my mind I was always hoping I might just get back

At the back of my mind I was always hoping I might just get back

Always hoping that I might just get back

Always hoping that I might just get back