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