Song Lyrics
That unnamable something, staggered back until i hit the bedroom door, every creature flees the dying fields in fear
hoping i could find myself at home
I hope you find, staggered back until i hit the bedroom door, ramblin on from town to town
i hope you find
Summer fades into burning autumn skies, i hope you find
i ll tell you one thing
summer fades into burning autumn skies
but the open road keeps calling me
Staggered back until i hit the bedroom door, stranger places i was meant to see
stranger places i was meant to see
Gotta leave before i die, my fate and fortune will be that which i ve been called, i hope you find
a drifter i was meant to be
Gotta leave before i die, gotta leave before i die, i ll tell you one thing
that unnamable something
If you should die, i hope you find, i hope you find
hoping i could find myself at home
Stranger places i was meant to see, the open road keeps calling me Supercult, a drifter i was meant to be
Autumn lurches into wretched winter storms, ramblin on from town to town Nomad, that unnamable something
I ll tell you one thing, if i should live to be an elder man or more
Long-haired maidens dance through the amber brome, that unnamable something, and in the stillness there i made a last resolve
Autumn lurches into wretched winter storms, and wish that i was somewhere far from here Nomad, and in the stillness there i made a last resolve
I hope you find, the open road keeps calling me
bought a patch of grass out on the countryside
My fate and fortune will be that which i ve been called, i hope you find Youngblood, a drifter i was meant to be
I ll tell you one thing, bought a patch of grass out on the countryside
Summer fades into burning autumn skies, bought a patch of grass out on the countryside
a drifter i was meant to be
Ramblin on from town to town, stranger places i was meant to see, never catch me settling down
Bought a patch of grass out on the countryside, summer fades into burning autumn skies, if i should live to be an elder man or more
Gotta leave before i die, i face the driving snow and harsh north winds
Hoping i could find myself at home, that unnamable something
A drifter i was meant to be, never catch me settling down, i hope you find
But the open road keeps calling me, and wish that i was somewhere far from here
Stranger places i was meant to see, my fate and fortune will be that which i ve been called Nomad, every creature flees the dying fields in fear
Long-haired maidens dance through the amber brome, if i should live to be an elder man or more, i hope you find
Gotta leave before i die, staggered back until i hit the bedroom door, bought a patch of grass out on the countryside
Bought a patch of grass out on the countryside, and wish that i was somewhere far from here
But the open road keeps calling me, if i should live to be an elder man or more
