Scott Harter Nobody Knows My Name
No one follow me when I leave this town,
No one will know I’m gone, feet upon the ground,
Nobody knows I came, nobody knows my name.
Like a ghost of come and go,
A drift during the mist,
I may not have a home,
But I’m not homeless,
I live out in the rain, nobody knows my name.
You might say that I’m not living
This life that I’ve been giving,
I might ask you a few things, free.
And all these dreams I follow,
Catch up with them tomorrow,
They’re always just off of my reach.
So what am I supposed to do?
Find a little time,
Find a pretty girl, and then just settle down.
Gipsys don’t just change, nobody knows my name.
You might say that I’m not living
This life that I’ve been giving,
And I might ask you if you’re insane,
I think of my family, that man I’m praying to be
And this man that I’ve became.
So here I am tonight, running for my life
Not running away, but running just the same,
On a crowded train, where nobody knows my name,
Nobody knows my name, nobody knows my name,
Nobody knows my name.
