My gypsy heart longs for the road my ears wait for the stories told throughout the years, passed down the line stories that have outlived time. My wandering eyes yearn for the stars let's pack our bag, live in the car with a forest bedroom in the trees pillows made from maple leaves.
My gypsy heart cries for the skies begging them to come alive to wash away our soiled souls and let us live in times of old. My bleeding ears search for the song but every sound I hear is wrong in vain I try to find the tune as the sun rays burn away the moon.
My gypsy heart calls out your name in hope that yours will do the same two sorry souls joined into one our journey, now, has just begun. My waiting lips anticipate the commencement of our woven fates as we lie upon the forest floor you leave me wanting so much more.