Gypsy King - Patrick Wolf

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?