(Robert James)

I can feel the earth for the first time since my birth

I can feel it through the holes in my old walking shoes

Don't know where I'm going, I don't know where I've been

I'm just blowing in the wind in between

Here in Nomadsland

Walking in Nomadsland

Somewhere in the middle lands an echo from the streets

Fleeting noises disappear along the lonely creeks

To the rivers of forgetfulness in the wastelands of time

You can grow a garden on a grain of sand

Here in Nomadsland

Walking in Nomadsland

I'm walking through time in Australia

Two hundred years later

Walking through time in Australia

Two hundred years later

...Sixty thousand years later