Melissa - live at piedmont park

Crossroads, seem to come and go, yeah
The gypsy flies from coast to coast

Knowing many, loving none
Bearing sorrow havin' 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 sigh
There are no blankets where he lies
In all his deepest dreams the gypsy flies
With sweet Melissa

Again the mornings 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 roll away?

But I know that he won't stay without Melissa

Yes I know that he won't stay without Melissa