I built a home and wait for someone to tear it down,
then pack it up in boxes, head for the next town running,
'cause I've got memories and travel like gypsies in the night.
I've got no roots, but my home was never on the ground.
I can't get the numbers and play the guessing name,
it's just the place that changes, the rest is still the same,
but I've got memories and travel like gypsies in the night.