There is nothing in my head today
Nothing awful there to ponder or confuse me
Go ahead in what you have to say
And I will listen as I listen to the news

I know the whole truth there is horrible
It's better if you take a little at a time
Too much and you are not portable
Not enough and you'll be making happy rhymes
Chorus
You might like the gypsy life
You judge your progress by the phases of the moon
People love you when they know you're leaving
Soon

If you choose to settle in one place
You may be harder over on the ones you love
Like a tree without the growing space
You will be taking from below and from above

Chorus:
There is nothing in my head today
I'll cross the river people as I cross my heart
The pigeon bridges are a place to stay
I will go under as I try to do my part