Gypsy Road
Dickinson, Bruce
Tattoed Millionaire (1990)

Living in the city can be a cold and lonely place to be
Living in the shadows where this is no sun there in no breeze
Drinking stale water, having to pay for the privilege
Talk about freedom, I'll take you where I think it is

Gypsy Road is the highway that I run to
Gypsy Road, welcome to your dreams

Living by my own rules, a rebel yell and a rebel creed
Keep your life simple, try not to take what you don't need
Think about freedom, dream a little every day
Suddenly you'll find yourself there, follow me, walk this way

I'll find my dreams
You'll find your's too