Ant Smith

All poems

Living in exile

Living in exile’s okay by me
Living in a town where I can be
Whatever it is I need to be
What I need is to be me
What I need is to be me
What I need is to be me
Living in exile

Take it eas-y
sit yourself down
life is hec-tic
in this town
Even the cats are
stoned round here
I watch the grass grow
year-by-year

Living in exile’s okay by me
Living in a town where I can be
Whatever it is I need to be
What I need is to be me
What I need is to be me
What I need is to be me
Living in exile

I live in-a house that
will be sold
When they bury
me in the
Cold heart of this
northern town
Where I like to
kick around