She moves like dust across the plain
A consequence of buried pain
There is no map inside her head
Just cities of the living dead
She burns the bridges sows the salt
And finds a perverted dark exalt
In leaving nothing but the scorn
To greet the newly breaking morn
A nomad of the vicious kind
With nothing left to leave behind
Her home is in the rearview glass
This chapter's gone she lets it pass
She is a nomad sharp and fast
A shadow from the recent past
She doesn't stay to see the end
Just breaks and bends a passing trend
A nomad tearing through the land
With nothing in her open hand
But echoes of a dead girl's plea
And in the silence she perceives
The hollow space the world weaves
She cannot anchor cannot root
The statement is she's destitute
A ghost not bound by love or hate
Who chose to walk right through the gate
Into the vast and starless night
A nomad of the lonely soul
Who paid the price to be made whole
Her kingdom is the in-between
A quiet and a constant scream
She is a nomad vast and deep
The secrets that the lost ones keep
She doesn't need a place to be
She's finally finally free
This is the freedom of the curse
To ride upon the universe's
Cold and unfeeling hearse
I'd run the risk of losing everything
Sell all my things become nomadic
I'd run the risk and just in case I might
Sell all my things and become the night
Oh it's hard to believe
It's even irrational for me
I'm cynical a mess
I'm touch starved and shameless
Mm-hmm
A nomad
Never home
A nomad
Always alone
But free
