You were a gypsy- and had to move. I had a need, a quiet thing to prove there's an accidental fire burning in the coal mine. there's a southern gospel choir singing "love in hard times" she had everything my heart was questing for but she doesn't kiss me in the daytime anymore
you were a gypsy-the world was yours. never did i gaze at you with thoughts that weren't pure there's a river running through it a strange knocking on my door but she doesn't kiss me in the daytime anymore.
She was a gypsy-horizon bound and to this day the greatest beacon I have ever found there's a deep and tragic longing there's a salted, barren ground She was and is and won't be soon restored She doesn't kiss me in the daytime anymore.