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4:41I got a taste of the vagabond life It was fun but fleeting, trying out the Nomadic thing that I thought could keep me awake and excited Maybe the gun at the back of my head played a part in the riot Aimlessly wandering from place to place, waiting For my love to come back to me Purpose, passion, no distractions Purpose, passion, I've missed out on all the action No place to call home, nowhere to make my own A threadbare and quick death Snuff out all inspiration Directionless address Will we ever even get there I've been wasting away my time I find it hard to do the things I love When there's nobody watching, no satisfaction or nothin' If there was still a gun to the back of my head Maybe I'd do something I speculate, still unclear at what's to blame for my Dying flame. Likely a whole mess of things Stoke the fire, reignite me Aimlessly wandering from place to place, waiting For my love to come back to me I speculate, still unclear at what's to blame for my Dying flame. Likely a whole mess of things But we're back, baby in the saddle once again See the light through the trees, must be a clearing And the waiting's over