Gibraltar Road Words and Music: Karen Mal   A bicycle tire spins the pavement away Vagabond child I am lost to the day The spinning of wheels makes me sad; I'm a castaway Turning back home again Leaves whirl around me like carnival paper A clown on a bicycle cutting a caper The spinning of wheels makes me sad those skyscrapers are On the horizon again Oh, Gibraltar Road, sing to me New York City is far from my mind The door to the past that I dreamed as a child Has opened and I've heard the call of the wild There are songs in the trees, songs in the wind The lake is a melody without an end In the sound of the waves I've learned to hear harmony Now I must leave again Oh, Gibraltar Road, sing to me New York City is far from my mind The door to the past that I dreamed as a child Has opened and I've heard the call of the wild In the circle of fire the summer it burned My scars are tattoos of the lessons I've learned The mandala it spins, we sing as it turns Everything comes 'round again Oh, Gibraltar Road, sing to me New York City is far from my mind The door to the past that I dreamed as a child Has opened and I've heard the call of the wild On Gibraltar Road Take me back to Gibraltar Road