(G.Kooymans/B.Hay)
Gone, with the northern sun
'cross that far horizon

World of a thousand faces
I can't find my oases
There's a black ice in the sky

And wells are runnin' dry
Doomed to voyage till life's end
Load up, strike campaign


Gone, along the highway ribbons
Past city dwellings

I can see how far they are
From the stickers on their cars
But I'm a nomad

Can't look far ahead
It's a voyage till life's end
Load up, strike campaign


Doomed to travel till life's end
Load up


Yeah I've seen you down below
From my hotel window

On the run, Star Trek's on
We've got a dream in common
We've got a dream in common

We've got a dream