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!