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