Gypsy

I broke down and cried
The first time I left
I stood in the yard
Of a stranger and I wept

I took the train
I’d take anything
Just to get me home fast
Make seventeen last

So I’d stay
Frozen
Like a picture
Album

I have settled myself
With a bed and a key

Voices fill up this house
Voices call out to me

And I’m teased and I’m torn
By these glimpses of home
And the thought that I could
Do something much more

A gypsy
With a family to raise
There’s nowhere
I’d be happy to stay

There’s no place
On God’s green earth
That satisfies this hunger
There’s no place
In this life
That satisfies
Like home

Whispers, shadows, flickers of fulfillment
Fleeting apparitions
Something more is calling
Clutching, grasping for some realization
Filling up the lonely
Settling this heart
When, when Gypsy?