The rain crashes down on the concrete and my feet.
These clouds are grey and these streets are empty.
Only the sound of my steps and my heavy breathing.
There is pigeons under this bridge and dirt on my lips.
The rain in my toes through the holes on my soles.
I should feel like I am drowning.
But I've got nothing but love and truth to be told.
Only change in my pockets and empty roads.
Nothing but cans and a pair of boots.
And I am getting so lonely.

Iv got a gypsy soul and a story to tell.
But nobody wants to listen.
I don't need change, I don't need your clothes.
I just want my story to be told.
I got a Gypsy soul and a story to tell.
Full of strength and wisdom.
I don't need your food, I don't want your sympathy.
Just sit down and listen to me.

The rain on my shoulders and the Thunder hanging over.
A picture in my pocket of my once special lover.
All crumbled and torn like the paths I have chosen.
But I would follow them again.
The fading fog in the moon and the bright street lights.
My hands in thee air to cover my swollen eyes.
If I had a choice to turn back the hands of time.
I wouldn't change the decisions I made in this life.
Now will you listen to me.*

Iv got a gypsy soul and a story to tell.
But nobody wants to listen.
I don't need change, I don't need your clothes.
I just want my story to be told.
I got a Gypsy soul and a story to tell.
Full of strength and wisdom.
I don't need your food, I don't want your sympathy.
Just sit down and listen to me.

She sat down at the bar right next to me.
She was looking kind, she was looking kinda *****.
She said she saw me a crossed the bar.
Really wanted to buy me a drink.
Red lip stick, glitter in her hair.
A red summer dress, a piercing stare.
Grey with a blue shade.
Leather boots as high as her knees.
She had me at "Can I buy you a drink?"

And we hit it off from there.
It was sweet, it was cool, it was something else.
It was love, it was hate, confusing as all hell.
I pushed her around, she forces me down.
And we hit it off from there.

She sat down next to me in the light.
Another cobwebbed Saturday night.
Said she saw me a crossed the room.
Said I didn't feel right.
And its the same old story.
She says I was looking too lonely.
And she was cute, she was ****, oh she was kinda *****.
Black laced eye liner and black lipstick.

And we hit it off from there.
It was sweet, it was cool, it was something else.
It was love, it was hate, confusing as all hell.
I pushed her around, she forces me down.
And we hit it off from there.

Its the same old story, another night another sorry.
Another role play, another morning.
And she isn't ever you.

And so we hit it off from there.
It was sweet, it was cool, it was something else.
It was love, it was hate, confusing as all hell.
I pushed her around, she forces me down.
And we hit it off from there.