[Verse] I carry my home in a tattered old sack, A life on the road, ain't no turning back. Steel strings wail as the night turns cold, A heart full of stories, a soul growing old. [Verse 2] The borderlines blur, no place to belong, A stranger to all, just drifting along. The sky is my ceiling, the earth is my bed, But the weight of the world keeps on turning my head. [Chorus] I’m an eternal wanderer, no country, no name, A drifter, a refugee, lost in the flame. Turned away at the gates, I walk this earth alone, An eternal wanderer with no place to call home. [Verse 3] The steel guitar cries, it echoes my pain, A melody born in the falling rain. My hands are calloused, my heart’s been scarred, But I wear my story like a traveling bard. [Verse 4] Every town has a face that I don’t know, Every road has a tale, and I let it show. The stars light my path, the wind sings my tune, A life on the move, under the wandering moon. [Chorus] I’m an eternal wanderer, no country, no name, A drifter, a refugee, lost in the flame. Turned away at the gates, I walk this earth alone, An eternal wanderer with no place to call home.
