Look forward, look forward,
All you highway-livers.
It's time to leave the landlord,
Swinging from the highest tree.
We don't live; we flow
To every corner of the earth.
Fuck your fences!
Fuck your borders!
This tribe is taking back the map!
I'm battened down
With the taste of young.
We'll make home in the minds of the ones we love.
I'm battened down
With the taste of young.
Until the day I die, I'll always curse the sun.
Look forward, look forward,
All you displaced boys and girls.
We travel where we please.
No marks for the stationary.
Every skyline beats in my chest,
Somewhere between love and sadness;
Desire for something new
Leads us to everywhere.
After all that we've been through,
Viva the wayfarer youth!
Just give us something new.
Viva the wayfarer youth!
N!
Sing N-O!
N-O-M!
Sing N-O-M-A-D-S!
Nomads!
We don't just live!
My heart is where the sea lights touch the stars.
We don't just live!
With fond eyes, we look to the horizon.