Last Day At The Gypsy's

Brainstorming chat on a telephone line i know i'm talking to a wall

But i also know i should give time some time

Sparkling promises ones of the kind i know i can sit on

But i also know i should give time some time

Pants on the floor you are one of the kind i know i can sit on

But i also know that what is done is really done

Dreaming of roaming and foaming adventures i know i can't move on

But i also know tomorrow's another day

Getting attached to a statue of ice hand-carved by unscrupulous sculptors

I prefer that rather than playing with fire

Filling the blanks with a boy in every port away from the day-to-day puzzle

Oh i know that i could feel lonely sometimes

My home sweet home was at the gypsy's

I was alone in an empty living-room

I've been alone for a day or two

And i run away, i run away, i run away