And the road [bad word] my bride
I have stripped of all but pride,
So in her I do confide,
And she keeps me satisfied.
Gives me all I need.
And with dust in throat I crave
Only knowledge will I save
To the game you stay a slave.

Rover, wanderer, nomad vagabond,
Call me what you will

But I'll take my time anywhere
I'm free to speak my mind anywhere
And I redefine anywhere

Anywhere I roam
Where I lay my head is home, that' where
yeah.

And the earth [bad word] my throne
I adapt to the unknown.
Under wandering stars I've grown
By myself but not alone.
I ask no one.
And my ties are severed clean,
The less I have, the more I gain.
Off the beaten path I reign.

Rover, wanderer, nomad vagabond,
Call me what you will

Anywhere I roam
Where I lay my head is home
Carved upon my stone
My body lie,
But still I roam.