Black Gypsy

Broken bottles, broken songs

Broken people been in town too long

Where's everyone gone

Ooh, baby this city gonna break your heart

Oh, gipsy please tell me

Where everyone's gone

Never had a second name

Never spoke of why we came

Fellowship and Gloriousness

The loneliness of pain

Sitting in the rain

Why is the soul of me

Where is my heart

Where is the part of me

That I would give to you

If kindness were my style

Where is the soul of me

Where is my heart

In my own time

Better leave it behind

In a thousand bottles of wine

Oh, precious plans of standing strong

Why is life taking so long

I would tell you everything

If I only had the words to explain

Don't know nothing but the rain

Why is the soul of me

Where is my heart

Where is the part of me

That I would give to you

If kindness were my style

Where is the tenderness

Where is the warmth

In my own soul

That I let it grow old

Oh, it's getting so cold

Broken bottles, broken songs

Broken faces been in town too long

Where has everyone gone

Oh, baby this city gonna break your heart

Oh, gipsy please tell me

Where everyone's gone

Oh, gipsy please tell me

Where everyone's gone

Where everyone's gone

Where everyone's gone