Vagabond - Honeysuckle

Nomad you’ve forgotten your own name

So now you howl at the moon, you laugh at the stars

You say, «you don’t know anything at all about us»

You say, «you don’t know anything at all about us»

You made your home out of the road

You live beneath the trees among the leaves

Along the streets where no one goes

You say, «they don’t know anything at all about us»

you’re carved into the canyon,

swallowed by the river,

grew beneath the redwoods,

called a highway rambler

But don’t look back

look back