A nomad's home is the road
His favorite spot, the window.
The eyes wander constantly
Heightened by their vicinity.
A nomad adores people
To his travels, they're fuel.
Differences is what he seeks
A common ground is what they'll reach.
To his travels, they're fuel.
Differences is what he seeks
A common ground is what they'll reach.
It is a nomad's addiction
Have this world leave an impression.
He will get smitten with a place
Set off, but not without a trace.
Have this world leave an impression.
He will get smitten with a place
Set off, but not without a trace.
It is a nomad's prerogative
To venture, for him, is to live.
Memories in his suitcase
New experience, he'll embrace.
To venture, for him, is to live.
Memories in his suitcase
New experience, he'll embrace.
This nomadic life he chose.
Globetrotting is a purpose
For a nomad, it never stops
There is no such thing as enough.
Globetrotting is a purpose
For a nomad, it never stops
There is no such thing as enough.
