Drawing a line    A ship in a harbour    Yes I will go    I’ll be going there soon       A blue map of Cornwall    Up on a bedroom wall    Drawing a line    I’ll be following soon       But how do I follow?    What road to be choosing?    Do I follow the star    Or the gypsy king?       I recall when I was younger    There was a fire    To travel the world    And shine with a passion    But as ambition shoots blank    Day by Day    On a train from Edinburgh    To the Kings Cross rain….       I see a small house    Built on the sea    I could live there alone    With a horse and a ukulele       But how do I get there?    What road to be choosing?    When the seasons so high    For losing       How do I follow    What road to be choosing?    Do I follow the star    Or the Gypsy King?