Melissa - Dave Matthews Band
Crossroads,
They seem to come and go, yeah
The gypsy flies from coast to coast
Knowing many, loving none
Bearing sorrow, having fun
But back home he'll always run
To sweet Melissa
Freight train
Each car looks the same, yeah
And noone knows the gypsy's name
Noone hears his lonely sigh
There are no blankets where he lies
In all his deepest dreams the gypsy flies
With sweet Melissa
Again the morning's come
Again he's on the run
Sunbeam shining through his hair
Appearing not to care
Pick up your gear,
Gypsy roll on
Roll on
Crossroads
Will you ever let him go?
Lord, lord
Will you hide the dead man's ghost?
Or will he lie beneath the clay?
Or will his spirit float away?
But I know he won't stay
Without Melissa
Yes, I know he won't stay
Without Melissa
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