St. Nowhere (Musik & Text: Tim Roderwieser)
Suddenly moved by that old picture of the sea,
I heard it singing, singing just for me.
My heart was my ear and then I knew that I must go,
to reach the horizon, to see where the wind will blow.
He is the rock that waits alone aside the Storr.
He is the old dog lying in front of an Irish door.
He is the wind that blows on top of Lysefjord.
He is the white cross for an unknown soldier fallen on the beach of Sword.
And I left my home to sing along with him,
To see him walking and to walk with him on the outer rim.
So if you go there, you hear the voice of St. Nowhere,
You hear it singing ´cross the forests and plains.
So if you go there you walk with St. Nowhere,
You see him walking ´cross the mountains and waves,
´cross the mountains and waves
He´s riding on the back of a whale on the shores of Whangara.
He is the Lighthouse of Kap Arkona.
He lives in a little red hut on Oknö-island´s waterside
And around Gurnard´s head his breathing forms the lovers tide.
You`ve seen the forty shades of green, but it´s not greener on the other side.
Now that you´re here, you hear it warm and near, it´s in the mountains, the
sand and the tide.
So listen to the voice inside, your soul is the dome for St. Nowhere´s voice
that calls you…
…that calls you home, home,…home,…home,