Life it's not just who it's what to be Just like the friends to me They always seem to put you down So listen not to them And like your neighbor who's
Long ago, a crumbling whole of me was split in two. Spat forth into darkness and light, like the Birth from the womb. I live like this in stillborn life
Drinking a Familiar ale As I listen to a tale Of a friendship that was won and lost A long time ago Well I always got to roam, nowhere to call
Clearing webs from the hovel A blistered hand on the handle of a shovel I've been diggin' too deep, I always do I see my face on the surface, I look a
keeper of the mystery in your hands Nomad, rider of the ancient east Nomad, rider that men know the least Nomad, where you come from no one knows Nomad
Another land, another sea The road that never ceases To lie ahead and beckon still Though legs and feet are weary Another woman, another man The lust
up A?A? 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
So let it be felt aftermath Shades of hell I set them free But struggle eternally It's too late now To turn the clock around Frozen world outside Made
Honor abide Choice of words That I speak today Consequent evidence Now they put astray Conflicts forever halt Wipe resentment clean No thoughts of decadence
The wind, the war I'm burning out Is this the end? The bombs are raining hell I see the real me Floating out to space Blown to bits Where's the human
There's an open door callin' to me I just can't ignore Wakin' up, I realize Bars of steel to keep me inside Justice has done me wrong Guilty for crime
Aren't you waitin' for me to take command Well, listen woman, I would if I could make me stand Don't you think I feel so downright low To think I'm nude
Hey, would you hear me? The out of it kid wants to be accepted Will you listen? Got my mail with a giant will Now I got a bed made of ten dollar bills
I am the constant comings and goings of my selves. Some of them settling within, some going on. Others sojourning indefinitely, tuning in, tuning out
fall from this trapeze but I will land down on my knees Gotta sing with praise, [Incomprehensible] it blows The way the nomad knows The way the nomad knows The way the nomad
1-2-3 it's been going great guns this fiscal year but I still haven't made it anywhere i go I see your face and I hear your name all over the place, how
[Music: Eric Horton / Buckzo] [Lyrics: Sean Peck] Come Inside and sit my friend I know you wonder why I've asked you to come here again It seems were
From the bowery to the brimstone I tried to find your heart With drugs of initiation The bottom of a barrel that drops I understand your causes Sympathize
