The Gypsy Wind

Well it took some time, to accept the truth
Release myself from this cell
I had to catch my fears off guard
Force them to break their spell

Found my boat, on the rocks
Repaired the hull and the sails
Replaced the charts, set my course
And in the log entered my tale

I was hoping for some kind of sign
That you’d send for me in the end
I don’t know why I let you get so far
Or what I was trying to pretend

There’s a gypsy wind in the air tonight
The taste of the sea on my lips
A lightning storm 40 miles from here
A bottle of wine for the trip

A choir singing, on the breeze
Sounds like ghosts who have been here before
A crescent moon cuts the edge of sky
An opening to some foreign shore

Chorus

There’s a gypsy wind in the air tonight
The taste of the sea on my lips
A lightning storm 40 miles from here
A bottle of wine... for the trip