Leaves hang low around the alleyway
Reminding by their tints how long the stay
Long enough to know for sure
What I added to the score
Set aside the blooming flower stalks of yore
What I should have read before we met
Might have changed her daily TV set
Just one night to understand
The calculus of hand in hand
A thousand nights worth of a certain brand
Tumbleweed, waking hours
Making reasons to remain
Swept away all the same
Rolling quietly in the rain
Tumbleweed, give no rest
Give no break, bother me
I'm tired of being free
Waiting quietly in vain
I could build a shell that's vast enough
To acommodate the rest of my life
I'm not like the other trees
For the others don't like me
Given up on making sense of what I see
Beware the door, sweet babe, it's never far away
It may shut out all love but also any pain
I might not ever give you much
I might not even dare to touch
I might be satisfied altering your day
Or your night, if you let me