One day at a time I live.
Magical, mysterious and colours I like
Of institution, security and certainty I cry
I was born a gypsy, you see.
My future unsteady and unseen.
The road is my home where i run free
Responsibilities and duties not my thing.
I was born a gypsy, I know.
Took pleasure in all the little unknowns.
No single place to call my own.
My spirit is unleashed and free.