Well here I am again

In a foreign town where I know no one

On another continent

Well it's four o'clock and I'm with someone

That I haven't met before

But I don't feel like I should leave

Well I might not find the door

Anyway the miracle's stirring me 



So play on let 'em play for me

Just drag that bow across the string

So play on let 'em all night long

Oh I love to hear our gypsies songs

Away, away, oh I'm far away from home

Away, away, and the wonder lingers on 



Postcards, stamps, and songs

And bottles spilled on letters long

The wind through my own hair

At Normandy where I wish you were

Markets strange and surreal

Where black eyes flash from corners dark

The Young ones poor and infirm

They lift their hands to your own heart

Well I've seen this before

Old ones come to pass 



With empty eyes bed where there's grass

Skites with steel knuckles and knives

Waiting for a thrity franc paradise

Away, away, oh I'm far away from home

Away, away, and the wonder lingers on 



Vodka warm and sharp

Just like what I might drink with you

In a glass on an empty bar

Quite similar to where I would sit with you

And the bar maid smiles at me

And she asks to go and I agree

Into a Spanish night

Into something that I've never seen