Nomad you've forgotten your own name
So now you howl at the moon, you laugh at the stars
You say, "you don't know anything at all about us"
You say, "you don't know anything at all about us"
You made your home out of the road
You live beneath the trees among the leaves
Along the streets where no one goes
You say, "they don't know anything at all about us"
You're carved into the canyon,
Swallowed by the river,
Grew beneath the redwoods,
Called a highway rambler
But don't look back
Look back
