My feet are itching.
My fingers are twirling.
I'm filled with restlessness.
I got to go.
I got to do.
I got to see,
see more of the world around me.
I got gypsy in my blood no doubt.
Been in one place so long,
I am just worn out,
of the mundane. Over and over again
to the same song.
The gypsy in me is calling out.
Got to go.
Got to do.
Got to see,
see more of the world around me
