She was a gypsy girl, traveling around
to all of those poorhouses
looking for somebody to love her
but all she has ever known is loneliness
and her vagabond ways (oh yes, those ways)
She was a gypsy girl, singing along
to that music that never stops playing
as she walks that empty road
without one word to anyone passing by
and her vagabond ways (not only that)
She was a gypsy girl, lost and alone
through those not-so-endless nights
and she is just a throwback
to those old times when you believed
and her vagabond ways (not quite)
She was a gypsy girl, sensual no more
as she dreamed of those better days
that never seem to come around
except with the rain of that storm
and her vagabond ways (no more)