T U M B L E W E E D

Feeling like a tumbleweed

Can´t find me no roots

Restless on the desert wind

Put on my walking boots

Morning comes, the bags are packed

Hop onto that hog

Hit the highway, don´t look back

Get out of this fog

Yellow hills ´round Laramie

Westbound from Cheyenne

Don´t know what you wanna see

Must be a tumbling man

Flickering Needles Overlook

Lonely Canyonlands

Time has come to wade the brook

To roll across red sands

A thousand miles out of Vegas

Why do you put me on your shelf

The sky´s so big over Texas

Well I´m just tryin´ to find myself

Spider Rock, your warm embrace

Or was it somewhere else?

Everywhere I see your face

Each hoodoo whispers tales

Feeling like a tumbleweed

Can´t find me no roots

You left me for the desert wind

Put on your walking boots