Miserable Strangers Lyrics - From Scotland With Love - 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