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