Lyrics: Golden Earring. To The Hilt. Nomad.

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 dwellings
I can see how far they are
From the stickers on their cars
But I'm a nomad
Can't look far ahead
It's a voyage till life's end
Load up, strike campaign

Doomed to travel till life's end
Load up

Yeah 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