Sad Gypsy

We told him our tale and of these we had many

Some of them true, most of them invented

And the gentleman confessed his days were quite empty

Believing we'd lived better lives

And the sad gypsy sang for his bottle of wine

And I sang along for mine

His lips touched the skin of the women we drink with

His soul saw the colours of times we had lived in

His mind saw the magic of the places we've been to

And we saw that he wasn't deprived

And the sad gypsy sang for his bottle of wine

And I sang along for mine

And the sad gypsy sang for a bottle of wine

And I sang along for mine

And the lady would dance all alone in the shadows

The gentleman was thinking he didn't love her

We played out our roles, saw the sun rising

It's laughing on us and our lives

And the sad gypsy sang for a bottle of wine

And I sang along for mine