Growing up I never thought I'd say
I'd be the one friend that always moved away
When Dad would come and say pack up Son
Not sure if we were on the move or on the run

From one town to another to another state
Never stayed long enough to ever be late
Should have just kept my bags packed
By the time I said hello we'd already left

Up one coast and down to another
East to West one side to the other
There wasn't one sight we didn't see
But I did it without any friends tragically

When your house is not a home you just move along
Like a traveling minstrel without a song
Where to next you haven't a clue
With the memories of those you never knew

When I was finally old enough to be left behind
Amidst the hugs and kisses as we said our goodbyes
Mom and Dad still had a couple good moves left
When there's a gypsy in your soul it's hard to pass

Once I staked my claim I never moved again
Not that I sometimes didn't feel the pain
To tell the friends that I had finally made
I'm the one to move away...