No place to go, no place to be
No place to go, no place to be
I saw her standing by the river
Gypsy guitar in her hand,
she sang a song that would haunt me again,
God cut us from the same tree.
no place to go, no place to be.
No place to go, no place to be
I felt the fire in his red skin
As we lay down in the sand
And we made love by the black moon
God cut us from the same tree
No place to go, no place to be
No place to go, no place to be
When I awoke, he had left me
His arrows lay in the sand
God cut us from the same tree
No place to go, no place to be
No place to go, no place to be
God got us from the same tree
