Randy the Poet - Nomad Dreams Lyrics

I left school pretty quick never really fit in
Every time I'd try to speak someone was always louder than me
Told me to cut my hair and get a job straight away
Cooking food and building character to support these nomad dreams
That's pretty ironic it seems

Didn't leave home till I was 21
I became broke and had to sell my car
Cause you know damn well I won't sell my guitar
I worked hard to get to where I am
Father said son follow your nomad dreams
It'll be alright just call home on our birthdays

We gotta get the f*ck on the road if we're going to leave
Cause we're young right now but in a moment
I won't think what I thought a second ago
With these nomadic dreams in my head
I've got everything I need right beside me

Most nights I lay awake staring at the ceiling
Watching the fan spin and spin can't help get a feeling
The toilet and the linoleum were my only friends on the long dark nights
I'd stay awake at all hours fearing I may never wake up
And get on with these nomad dreams

My neighbors my dealer he's supplying me with the knowledge
I've been searching for all my life
I've been everywhere and nowhere
Just trying to find something that makes some sense
With These nomad dreams leading me back to the place I first came from