If travel is searching
And home what’s been found
I'm not stopping
I'm going hunting
I'm the hunter
I'll bring back the goods
But I don't know when

I thought I could organize freedom
How Scandinavian of me
You sussed it out, didn't you?

You could smell it
So you left me on my own
 [bad word] the mission
Now I'm leaving it all behind

I'm going hunting:
I'm the hunter.....

(you just didn't know me!)
(you just didn't know me!).