Nomads

Where do we go from here
Where do we go from here

Grandfather
Did we flip the script
Sure
Grandfather I think we’ve flipped the script
I’m sure

I was gone all these years
Chasing all those different mirrors
I was gone all these years
Running from invisible fears

Sometimes they used to beat the drum for an hour steady
Until our dead peoplе come to us

I was gone all those yеars
Figuring you’d always be here
I was gone all those years
While you slowly disappeared

(Ooooh) That blinding light
(Ooooh) What a burning sight
(Ooooh) Your guiding light
What if I’m afraid of the coming night

They ask what we were doing
All that and to be good
And they were with us
They were with us all the time
And they quit that once the old people died

I was gone all those years
While you waited here
I was gone all those years
Now I’m here
Watch us reappear

(Ooooh) That blinding light
(Ooooh) What a turning tide
(Ooooh) Your guiding light
(Ooooh) Know that you’ve passed the fire

(ooooh-ooooh-yeahhh)
(ooooh-ooooh-yeahhh-yeahhh)
(ooooh-yeahhh-yeahhh-yeahhh-yeahhh)
(yeahhh-yeahhh-yeahhh-yeahhh)
(Ooooh-

What’s your name they told me (Ooooh)
Watin Watin (Ooooh)
What’s your name (Ooooh)