I am nobody, nobody is who I am I am a traveler on this land And nothing, nothing in my hands
I am nobody, nobody is who I am I am a wanderer on these sands And I got down on my knees and folded my hands And on the great wings of a great bird I was carried to a temple Where I heard the word...
Dead man on the run, him and his shotgun Panic in the street, testing one two three Simple is the song-- sing to carry on Dead man on the run, him and his shotgun
I am nobody, nobody is who I am Through the red sky on the crow's wing I stand And now to the radiant sun I surrender myself again Then higher through the fire and to Orion with the raven I look into the eyes...