Из альбома: The Sound of Letting Go

There’s goes Gypsy Tailwind
How will I know her face?
I count the spoons and wait for her in vain
But nothing leads to nothing and I am in the dark
She’s the light on and on Like a dazzling pilot with her head up in the clouds
One minute she’s a poet, the next she’s screaming loud
She doesn’t need a Sunday to wear a Sunday dress
She’s my torch on and on I don’t want to go She won’t stay
You know I love the little darling even if we never crossed ways
I don’t want to go just to be close
She’s got more love radiating than anyone I’ve ever known
Pulling on my heartstrings
She’ll never know my face
She’ll never hear my voice or feel my embrace
It’s enough to sit here in the dark when she passes by She’s the light on and on She and shut the windows and locked the bedroom door
She moves like a specter across the hardwood floor
She switches off the ceiling light while I’m still in the mood
She’s light enough on and on I don’t want to go She won’t stay
You know I love the little darling even if we never crossed ways
I don’t want to go just to be close
She’s got more love radiating than anyone I’ve ever known
There goes Gypsy Tailwind
How will I know her face?
I could shut my eyes and take a pen and put her on a page
From time to time that has to do when she is not around
Here or now, on and on

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