We're all gypsies in a chair
Moving from this one to that over there
Who really owns it if nobody's here?
It's hardly worth fightin' over yet
Yet so hard to share
We're all breathing this air
Filled with electric, call it atmosphere
Is that where I find them, Jesus and Buddha?
Is there such a thing as answer to prayer?
I don't know
I understand nothing, I'm finding my way
Searching for answers to explain this life
I'm beyond 20/30 something
And haven't a clue, when I'm wrong or I'm right
We're all gypsies in a chair
Resting our bones to console the despair
Waiting on someone while drowning in beer
Feeling self conscious
Just me sitting here, an
Who's coming next?
Where have they been?
Who has the answers?
Where am I going?
Where do we go in the end?
