A shiver creeps down my spine. As I wander through these hordes. And when these callous arm. Streches out for me, I feel at home. . You are the beholders of silence.
Some time long ago. There lived a gypsy I loved so. She danced around my head. Above my bed. Like no other I had known. I remember taking with her smile.
Turpentine and dandelion wine. I've turned the corner and I'm doin' fine. Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line. Pickin' 'em off with this gun of mine.
I'm on the road to freedom. On the road to love. Yonder can you see them. Who they're thinking of. . I met a rich man on the road. He told me where to go.