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 the run, him and his shotgun
Panic in the street, testing one two three
Simple is the song-- sing to carry on
Dead man on the run, 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...