...AND THE ROAD BECOMES MY BRIDE
I HAVE STRIPPED OF ALL BUT PRIDE
SO IN HER I DO CONFIDE
AND SHE KEEPS ME SATISFIED
GIVES ME ALL I NEED
...AND WITH DUST IN THROAT I CRAVE
ONLY KNOWLEDGE WILL I SAVE
TO THE GAME YOU STAY A SLAVE
ROVER WANDERER
NOMAD VAGABOND
CALL ME WHAT YOU WILL
BUT I´LL TAKE MY TIME ANYWHERE
FREE TO SPEAK MY MIND ANYWHERE
AND I´LL REDEFINE ANYWHERE
ANYWHERE I MAY ROAM
WHERE I LAY MY HEAD IS HOME
...AND THE EARTH BECOMES MY THRONE
I ADAPT TO THE UNKNOWN
UNDER WANDERING STARS I´VE GROWN
BY MYSELF BUT NOT ALONE
I ASK NO ONE
...AND MY TIES ARE SEVERED CLEAN
THE LESS I HAVE THE MORE I GAIN
OFF THE BEATEN PATH I REIGN
ROVER WANDERER
NOMAD VAGABO