She was the one with the gypsy toes,
she wants to leave but she never goes,
she spends her life working at the old arcade
just waiting for the day until she gets paid.
She's got no maps got no direction
feeling like her like is far from perfection.
Her wheels have been still for to long now,
she wants to leave but she dont know how!
Early next morning was a curious thing
a single brown package wrapped in paper & string,
maps with a note that says your ready to go,
a gift from a traveller she used to know,
her maps in hand with her new direction
now feeling like her likes closer to perfection.
Home is not a place it is a state of mind,
you can pack it in your travel sack or leave it behind.
As the plane takes flight…. She would say goodbye
da ba da ba da ba pa dap
She got a piece of the Berlin Wall,
she washed her hair in Niagara Falls,
she rode her bike through old Amsterdam.
She Hiked through the mountains of Tibet(She got a piece of the Berlin Wall)
she hasn't quenched her thirst for adventure yet(she washed her hair in Niagara Falls)
she rode her bike through old Amsterdam .
She Hiked through the mountains of Tibet(She got a piece of the Berlin Wall)
she hasn't quenched her thirst for adventure yet(she washed her hair in Niagara Falls)
she rode her bike through old Amsterdam .
She Hiked through the mountains of Tibet(She got a piece of the Berlin Wall)
she hasn't quenched her thirst for adventure yet(she washed her hair in Niagara Falls)
she rode her bike through old Amsterdam .

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