There never was a moment I wasnt sure
I would be someone who roamed the world
And when the time was ready and so was i
Get out of here onto the streets
Wholl make everything better, wholl make everything better.

The life that I was living, the great outdoors
Stars up above me everynight, as I lay down my head
Wholl make everything better, wholl make everything better.

Get out of bed I hear them singing all along the way
Youre where you want to be out on the open road again
Aint that peculiar, youre on youre own again
Youre on your own, on your own, I guess you always were.

One day you come to realise youre getting old
No one to share the lonely days, to be together
Wholl make everything better, wholl make everything better.

Get out of bed I hear them singing all along the way
Too late to change it all, the gypsy in your blood has gone
Aint that peculiar, youre on your own again
Youre on your own, on your own, until the very end.

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