crossroads
seem to come and go
yeah
the gypsy flies from coast to coast
knowing many
loving none
bearing sorrow having fun
but back home he'll always run
to sweet melissa
freight train
each car looks the same
all the same
and no one knows the gypsy's name
no one hears his lonely sighs
there are no blankets where he lies
in all his deepest dreams the gypsy flies
with sweet melissa
again the morning's come
again he's on the run
sunbeams shining through his hair
appearing not to have a care
well
pick up your gear and gypsy roll on
roll on
crossroads
will you ever let him go?
will you hide the dead man's ghost
or will he lie
beneath the clay
or will his spirit float away?
but i know that he won't stay without melissa
yes i know that he won't stay without melissa