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