lunamaya

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 she'll always run
To sweet Melissa... mmm...

Freight train, each car looks the same, all the same.
And no one knows the Gypsy's name

No one hears her lonely sigh,
There are no blankets where she lies.
In all her deepest dreams the Gypsy flies
with sweet Melissa... mmm...

Again the morning's come,
Again she's on the run,
Sunbeams shining through her hair,
Appearing not to have a care.
Well, pick up your gear and Gypsy roll on, roll on.

Crossroads, will you ever let her go? (Lord, Lord)
Will you hide the dead man's ghost,
Or will she lie, beneath the clay,
or will her spirit roll away?

But I know that she won't stay without Melissa.

Yes I know that she won't stay without Melissa.

with sweet Melissa... mmm...
... sweet Melissa... mmm...