There never was a moment I wasn't sure

I would be someone who roamed the world

And when the time was ready and so was I

get out of here onto the streets

Who'll make everything better, who'll make everything better.



The life that I was living, the great outdoors

Stars up above me everynight, as I lay down my head

Who'll make everything better, who'll make everything better.



Get out of bed I hear them singing all along the way

You're where you want to be out on the open road again

Ain't that peculiar, you're on you're own again

You're on your own, on your own, I guess you always were.



One day you come to realise you're getting old

No one to share the lonely days, to be together

Who'll make everything better, who'll make everything better.



Get out of bed I hear them singing all along the way

Too late to change it all, the gypsy in your blood has gone

Ain't that peculiar, you're on your own again

You're on your own, on your own, until the very end