I'm a ramblin' man, and I ain't ever gonna change. I've got a gypsy soul to blame, and I was born for leaving.


And when I close my eyes I see you
No matter where I am
I can smell your perfume through these whispering pines
I'm with your ghost again
It's a shame about the weather, but I know soon we'll be together
And I can't wait 'till then.