travelling gypsy

but, hold me fast, hold me fast, because i’m a hopeless wanderer. i will learn, i will learn to love the skies i’m under.

some say we’re lost in space, some say we’re falling off the page, some say our life is insane… some say our hair is in our eyes, some say we’re out of our little minds. some say our life is insane, but it isn’t.

call me the breeze, i keep blowin down the road. well now they call me the breeze, i keep blowin down the road. i ain’t go nobody, i don’t carry me no load.

i’m just as fucked up as they say, i make all that i believe, i set myself free. i’m as far gone as they say… so take all the time you need, and let yourself be.

there’s a place up ahead and i’m goin, just as fast as my feet can fly. come away, come away if you’re goin, leave the sinkin ship behind. come on the risin wind, we’re goin up around the bend. bring a song and a smile for the banjo, better get while the gettin’s good. hitch a ride to the end of the highway, where the neons turn to wood. there’s a place up ahead and i’m goin, come along, come along with me.