When it was free of strangers The world was wild then But I was on the outside I was on the outside And when the gears were grinding And the sky grew dim I was on the outside I was on the outside Looking in And when all were gathered At the feasts of kings I was on the outside I was on the outside And when the mother lay bare In her famine skin I was on the outside I was on the outside Looking in To silver-tongued hallucinations Sung by drunken mouths And all its wicked revelations Have cast me out Cast me out Cast me out And when they paint with sand In the western wind I was on the outside I was on the outside And when they carved in stone With their blood stained hands I was on the outside I was on the outside Looking in And when the wind died down But was borne again I was on the outside I was on the outside And when it held the space Between gods and men I was on the outside I was on the outside Looking in To silver-tongued hallucinations Sung by drunken mouths And its wicked revelations Have cast me out Cast me out Cast me out In the ruined marshes And in the gutted glens I was on the outside I was on the outside And in the azure chapels Where every head was bent I was on the outside I was on the outside Looking in