I am nobody, nobody is who I am
 I am a traveler on this land
 And nothing, nothing in my hands

 I am nobody, nobody is who I am
 I am a wanderer on these sands
 And I got down on my knees and folded my hands
 And on the great wings of a great bird
 I was carried to a temple
 Where I heard the word...

 Dead man on [bad word]  him and his shotgun
 Panic in the street, testing one two three
 Simple is the song-- sing to carry on
 Dead man on [bad word]  him and his shotgun

 I am nobody, nobody is who I am
 Through the red sky on the crow's wing I stand
 And now to the radiant sun I surrender myself again
 Then higher through the fire and to Orion with the raven
 I look into the eyes...