Luck In Exile

If you start to feel as though
Yoy’re exiled everywhere you go
Burdened by the things you know
And running out of chances
You hav ejust begun to see
How we have felt for centuries-
Celebrate and grieve simultaneously
And get to drunken dancing
Chorus That’s the way, that’s the way
Exiles are entrancing
That’s the way, that’s the way
When they’re drunk and dancing
That’s the way, that’s the way
Lucky, lucky chancing
That’s the way, that’s the way
Get them drunk and dancing
See that sweet young sweedish girl
Pretending to hold up the wall?
Soon the drum will thump and pull
Her out to take her chancing
In a minute she will see a
Smart young man from somalia
Pretty babies there will be
When they get drunk and dancing