Lyrics

There's a breeze that blows and on it goes until it reaches a lost one She's the driving force, a guiding light of sorts, competition for the sun Beautifully free, no boundaries, no nothing, float away She's the teacher, you're the student, I hope you don't learn too late A gypsy soul made of fool's gold and a heart as hard as nails She'll push you down to pick you off the ground, she's the wind in her own sails It's a wide world and how will life unfurl when you're living in your mind? It's only with that gypsy wind you'll have the chance to open your eyes Scenes of life unfolding, I've been holding myself back I was shown the way, I wish that I could say I didn't wander from that path A gypsy soul made of fool's gold and a heart as hard as nails She'll push you down to pick you off the ground, she's the wind in her own sails Hold out your hand, I promise I'll take it this time A gypsy soul made of fool's gold and a heart as hard as nails She'll push you down to pick you off the ground She makes the birds go quiet just to hear her sound You can try to hold on, but she'll spin you around She'll push you down to pick you off the ground She's the wind in her own sails Yeah, she's the wind in her own sails
Writer(s): Jon Beyle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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