NOMADSLAND 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