| You walk on down the road is long |
| and I can’t see how or when I’ll be along |
| so I can see your face again |
| some are born to take the tide where it may run |
| some try and hide behind the walls of dreams |
| they once believed in |
| words lying low on a long summer night |
| stars riding high on above |
| one foot in heaven but I couldn’t see the light |
| for the gypsy |
| in every man there’s a child I guess who |
| never grows and yearns for things to stay familiar |
| more or less the same |
| I took my own sweet company next to my heart |
| and in my soul there were others who took the |
| part, but never you |
| close to the edge every once in a while |
| take what you can don’t ask the price |
| spare a glass of memories and raise it with a smile |
| to the gypsy wheels on fire running free |
| the arctic night the tropic sea |
| where ancient cities slumber in the sand |
| so together and alone |
| laughter filling glasses friends you never know and |
| may never know again |
| just another night on a strangers floor |
| sad smiling au revoir |
| well I could ask for nothing |
| but I couldn’t ask for more |
| for the gypsy |
| Mmmm for the gypsy |
| Yeah for the gypsy |
| for the gypsy |