And the road becomes my bride
And the road becomes my bride
I have stripped of all but pride, so in her I do confide
And she keeps me satisfied, gives me all I need
And with dust in throat I crave
Only knowledge will I save, to the game you stay a slave
Rover, wanderer, nomad, vagabond
Call me what you will
But I’ll take my time anywhere
Free to speak my mind anywhere
And I’ll redefine anywhere
Anywhere I roam, where I lay my head is home
And the earth becomes my throne
And the earth becomes my throne
I adapt to the unknown, under wandering stars I’ve grown
By myself but not alone, I ask no one
And my ties are severed clean
The less I have the more I gain, off the beaten path I reign
Rover, wanderer, nomad, vagabond
Call me what you will, yeah, you will
But I’ll take my time anywhere
I’m free to speak my mind anywhere
And I’ll never mind anywhere
Anywhere I roam, where I lay my head is home
But I’ll take my time anywhere
I’m free to speak my mind
And I’ll take my time anywhere
Anywhere I roam, where I lay my head is home
But I’ll take my time anywhere
I’m free to speak my mind anywhere
And I’ll redefine anywhere
Anywhere I roam, where I lay my head is home
Carved upon my stone
My body lie but still I roam
Wherever I may roam
Wherever I may roam
Wherever I may roam
Wherever I may roam
Wherever I may wander, wander, wander
Wherever I may roam
(end)
When I first heard it back around August 1991, I immediately wondered if James Hetfield was actually recounting his Operation Desert Storm experience - I mean it is so well written that everyone who was actually there thought: " did James actually went there?".