'Cause you're my home When you look into my eyes And you see the crazy gypsy in my soul It always comes as a surprise When I feel my withered roots begin to grow Well I never had a place That I could call my very own But that's all right my love When you

Oh, through! Well, she was standing in the bar I said, "Hello, how do you do?" She handed me a beer with a kangaroo She spoke of places I had never been That she had traveled to And we slow danced along to faster tunes And I made her laugh, I made a pass