The Gypsy Trail Video (MV)

Growin' up under normal conditions
You never reconsider a crime
I could talk to you all night
About the last offence of our time
'Cause this generation
Could easily stray in the mist
Whoever committed the first penetration
You can't feed a child from a fist
You could lead'em to the gates of the promised land
Or leave'em just a mile outta hell
Somehow it really doesn't matter to you
As long as you got something to sell
You could turn your back
Or wipe'em from the face of this earth
Trading souls with the devil
For what it was worth
And now they're out in the fields picking dead flowers
Starin' at the sun just to roll away the hours
Waitin' for the pain to disappear
How come they're walking on a dusty road
When there's nowhere left to go
And how come they're wishing for a better world
If they don't really know where they belong
They don't need to die a soldier's death
Just let the ravens starve
Just bury them on holy ground
And be careful when you carve
The names on the headstone
Revelation is on the way
Someone's waitin' on the sacred mountain
The beggar is king for a day
And now they're out in the fields picking dead flowers
Starin' at the sun just to roll away the hours
Waitin' for the pain to disappear
How come they're walking on a dusty road
When there's nowhere left to go
And how come they're wishing for a better world
If they don't really know where they belong
How come they're walking on a dusty road
When there's nowhere left to go
And how come they're wishing for a better world
If they don't really know where they belong
Well, if they don't really know where they belong
If they don't really know where they belong