Growing up a gypsy child
But never free and far from wild
I learned to play by gypsy rules
In different cities, towns, and schools
The first rule is- They are not the same
Don’t learn their faces or their names
If you should chance to hold them near
And close your eyes, they disappear
Don’t bother, child, making friends
Don’t worry if you don’t fit in
It doesn’t matter, lose or win
In the next town, we’ll try again
The Ferris wheel went up and down
The child inside looked all around
And laughed and played, learned not to feel
In changing scenes where nothing’s real
The second rule is – Hold on tight
to those you love with all your might
Love is forever- right or wrong
Don’t let go, keep it strong
The worries that haunt you in your sleep
Can’t grow if you the silence keep
So close that door- Don’t walk away
All that’s outside is shades of gray
Yet deep inside this older me
Lies a growing curiosity
Could it be that I was wrong
Thinking that I don’t belong?
I want to settle down and stay
I want things that won’t fade away
I want to learn my neighbor’s names
And give up all my gypsy games
I think I’ll open up the door
Let in a little air-
Sometimes I think there’s something more
Yes, I believe there is
There is a world out there