Did I make a mistake
When I made the break
To join the gypsy band
Trekking across sun-scorched land?

Maybe it's safer in church,
Like the bird on its perch,
But then my soul had to go
To find the real God I long to know.

The doctrines are cold,
And the preachers bold,
But they're not God's boss,
And I didn't nail Jesus to the cross.

So I'll take my chances,
Sing to haunted dances,
Out in the dark unknown,
Where my very God will be shown.