Nomad

Gone -	With the northern sun
	‘Cross that far horizon
	World of a thousand faces
	I can’t find my oases
	There’s a black ice in the sky
	And wells are runnin’ dry

Doomed to voyage till life’s end
Load up – strike camp again

Gone -	Along the highway ribbens
	Past city dwellings
	I can see how far they are
	From the stickers on their cars
	But I’m a nomad
	Can’t look far ahead

Doomed to travel to life’s end
Load up – strike camp again

Yeah I’ve seen you down below
From my hotel window
On the run – “Star treks’ “ on
We’ve got a dream in common
We’ve got a dream!