Tumbleweed

Tumbleweed I'm so tired of tumbling down that highway Like a tumbleweed in the wind I'm so tired of drifting away Without the blessings of the canyon sun A ship upon that desert sea Sunlight so far away from me Back where the mountains start to fade Rolling hills rolling hills rolling hills start again, some oasis A joker amongst these aces of spades I'm so tired of a pointed thumb Deadend beginnings and songs never sung Words of hesitation upon my tongue I'm so tired of what has never begun This other journey back home back home back home Wild apple blossoms soon take shape And the ripest fruit start to rot Buttercups for all my past loves Even when my tongue's in knots I'm so tired of giving in without the wild meadows I'm so tired of concrete for a love Four years of wandering and I've started to come undone Come undone come undone come undone When the sunset leads to the sunrise again The canyon sun's first ray shines without end.