Melissa

Crossroads seem to come and go

The gypsy flies from coast to coast

Knowing many, loving none

Having sorrow, having fun

But back home, he'll always run to see Melissa

Freight train, each car looks the same

And no one knows the gypsy's name

And no one hears his lonely sounds

There are no blankets where he lies

In deepest dreams, a gypsy flies with sweet Melissa

Again, the morning's come

Again, he's on the run

Sunbeams shining through his hair

Appearing not to have a care

Pick up your gear and gypsy roll on, roll on

Crossroads, will you ever let him go?

Will you hide the dead man's ghost

Or will he lie beneath the clay

Or will his spirit float away?

But I know that he won't stay without Melissa

But I know that he won't stay without Melissa, yeah

But I know that he won't stay without Melissa, yeah