I've played cards with Plato
Dined with Edgar Alan Poe
I lived in places of pain ,
Places of sorrow
I shared a cell
With men nobody wants to know
I've seen the writing on the wall
The epitaph of fools
I've seen history made
I've seen history fall
I've heard old men beg for youth
And youth beg for the grave
And somewhere in-between
The thunder calls

I've been up on the plateau
Where wise men talk with the wind
I've seen the fading light of God
Heard the tales of children
Around the campfires at night
Stories of monsters
Darkness and light
I've watched the flames dance
A dance of memories and rage
And somewhere in-between
The thunder calls

I've ridden' your wild horses
From the concrete jungle
To the wild wild wilderness
I've turned to see your beauty
Echo in some strangers eye
Then fade with age
I've heard the old woman say
To late is the day you die
And somewhere in-between
The thunder calls

I'll drown my sorrows
In this cup of poison
Stand and howl at the moon
Beg for your forgiveness
And I'll crawl for you
Across broken glass and bones
And I'll crawl for you
Like only a man can crawl..

And somewhere in-between
The thunder calls...

Gypsy