Yes, I love to gypsy-roam
And trod the paths all far/from/home,
But my heartbeat trails behind.
It lags and leaves me sighing
I’m missing and wonder why-ing.
I long to end my flying
In the comfort of my own…
I hope I make it home.
Yes, I love to gypsy-roam
And trod the paths all far/from/home,
But my heartbeat trails behind.
It lags and leaves me sighing
I’m missing and wonder why-ing.
I long to end my flying
In the comfort of my own…
I hope I make it home.