There is nothing in my head today
Nothing awful there, to ponder or confuse me
And I will listen as I listen to the news
I know the whole truth there, is horrible
It's better if you take a little at a time
Too much and you are not portable
Not enough and you'll be making happy rhymes
You might like the gypsy life
You judge your progress by the phases of the moon
Get your compass and your sharpest knife
People love you when they know you're leaving soon
If you choose to settle in one place
It may be harder, over, on the ones you love
Like a tree without the growing space
You will be taking from below and from above
You might like the gypsy life
You judge your progress by the phases of the moon
Get your compass and your sharpest knife
People love you when they know you're leaving soon
There is nothing in my head today
I'll cross the river, people, as I cross my heart
The Pigeon Bridges are a place to stay
I will go under, as I try to do my part
You might like the gypsy life
You judge your progress by the phases of the moon
Get your compass and your sharpest knife
People love you when they know you're leaving soon
Soon
Soon
