We clawed through brambles and we swam through mud
Climbed over fences and kicked up some dust
Waded through trash, waded through the weeds
Wild dogs nipping at our feet, aww yeah

We slept in ditches, and we slept in the fog
Slept in your beds while you were gone
Watched our lives get scattered and torn
Hid underground and came out reborn

Oh Christopher, please bless these nomads
Oh Christopher, please bless these nomads

We bled some blood, we bled some oil too
Bled on the lights so everyone knew
Fake musicians feeling we just left, singing
“If your lyrics were true, you probably wouldn’t forget ‘em”

Oh Christopher, please bless these nomads
Oh Christopher, please bless these nomads

I met my enemies, I met my foes
Taught 'em my songs and I just made them join
Ate all the drugs we were able to eat
Saw the infinite and made our peace
Oh Christopher, please bless these nomads
Oh Christopher, please bless these nomads

We lost some lovers and we lost some friends
Some by accident, some by our own hands
I ain’t your momma, I won’t take you home
We’re moving forward, children, from now on

Oh Christopher, please bless these nomads
Oh Christopher, please bless these nomads