Tumbleweeds
Next life, I want to be from Texas. Here’s an excerpt.
Lyrics:
Tumbleweeds/Riding on that breeze/Tumbleweeds/Got me on my knees
Got me a girl, and she’s just too fine/One day I know that I’ll come home to find/(nothing but) tumbleweeds/Riding on that breeze
Went to a psychic with a crystal ball/She rubbed that thing, and you know what she saw/Tumbleweeds/I’m on my dusty knees
It’s time to move on/time to ride that breeze/with those tumbleweeds
There’s a cold wind blowin’/blowin’ through the factories/a chill wind blowin’/from Seattle to the Keys
Sent some saviors up to DC/Looked inside their heads where the common sense should be/and I saw tumbleweeds/it’s got me on my dusty knees
It’s time to move on/time to ride that breeze/with those tumbleweeds
