Nomad (G. Kooymans/B. Hay) 1976 To The Hilt

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 campaign

Gone along the highway ribbons, past city dweilings
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 voyage till life’s end
Load up, strike campaign

Doomed to travel till life’s end
Load up

I’ve seen you down below from my hotel window
On the run, Star Trek’s on
We’ve got a dream in common, we’ve got a dream in common
We’ve got a dream