Paula MacNeill

Gypsy Woman

I have no choice
Packing my bags again
Split between two loves is how it’s always been
Always gone somewhere
These cities an towns all look the same to me
Like different shades of brown

They say home is where the heart is
And when I leave, I leave mine with you

I feel like I’m homeless, tired and hopeless
Lost in your eyes
Feel like I’ve tried so hard
But It’s too late
This bed is one I’ve made
Even though I hate the fact that it’s true
I hate this gypsy woman too

It’s creeping in slowly. It’s carving in doubt
Will I get back in time and figure this out

There’s my home and where the heart is
And I’m torn, I’m torn between the two

I feel like I’m homeless, tired and hopeless
Lost in your eyes
Feel like I’ve tried so hard
But It’s too late
This bed is one I’ve made
Even though I hate the fact that it’s true
I hate this gypsy woman too

Maybe it’s just what I need it to be
Maybe it’s perfect and I just can’t see
All of the flowers because of the weeds
Maybe it’s just me

I feel like I’m homeless, tired and hopeless
Lost in your eyes
Feel like I’ve tried so hard
But it’s too late
This bed is one I’ve made
Even though I hate the fact that it’s true
I hate this gypsy woman too
And there’s nothing I can do