They say he was born with the wind in his veins, A whisper of thunder in the back of his name. Mama left early, daddy drank hard, So he learned young how to sleep under stars. Carried a suitcase full of secrets and dust, Held the world at arm’s length because he’d forgotten trust. Every town felt the same cold breeze When it blew in the shape of a man called Gypsy. Hey ho Gypsy… where do you go? Chasin’ shadows on a road only drifters know. You got a heart full of silence and a soul out of tune, Walkin’ highways that echo like an old steel moon. Yeah, the world keeps turning, but all we ever see Is the ghost you leave behind… a man called Gypsy. He’d sit in a corner with his beat-up guitar, Sing soft like he was talkin’ to a long-dead star. Songs ’bout a woman he lost in the rain— No one knew her name, but they felt his pain. Barroom lights flicker when he closes his eyes, Like they’re scared of the memory he tries to hide. Some swear he cries when he hits that final key, But he disappears before they can see. Hey ho Gypsy… where do you go? Chasin’ shadows on a road only drifters know. You got a heart full of silence and a soul out of tune, Walkin’ highways that echo like an old steel moon. Yeah, the world keeps turning, but all we ever see Is the ghost you leave behind… a man called Gypsy. Maybe he’s runnin’ from the hurt he made, Maybe from a promise that he’s never repaid. Maybe he’s searchin’ for a place he belongs— Or just someone who might believe his songs. But every time he stays, the pain gets loud, So he fades like smoke through a broken crowd. One cold night, the jukebox died mid-tune, And folks swear they saw him walk straight through the moon. Left his guitar leanin’ where the stage light bleeds— Just a hollow-room echo and a whisper in the reeds. Now the bar gets quiet when the wind blows free, Like it’s listening for the footsteps of the Gypsy. Hey ho Gypsy… where do you go? Chasin’ shadows on a road only drifters know. You got a heart full of silence and a soul out of tune, Walkin’ highways that echo like an old steel moon. Yeah, the world keeps turning, but all we ever see Is the ghost you leave behind… a man called Gypsy.
