Broke my heart on the road Spend the weekends sewing the pieces back on Crayons and dolls pass me by Walking gets too boring When you learn how to fly Not the home coming kind Take the top off and Who knows what you might find Won’t confess all my sins You can bet on trying But you can’t always win Cause I’m a gypsy Are you coming with me? I might steel your clothes and wear them if they fit me Never made agreements Just like a gypsy