Tumbleweed

Out of town, out of sight
I guess we’re doing fine
But I don’t have much patience anymore
Cigarettes in coffee cups
Just roll the windows down
And tell me everything that’s on your mind

The highway’s bright and clean
The day is moving on
And this ain’t what it seems, not at all

Summertime, sleepy eyes
I’m looking through the glass
Convince yourself of anything you want
Tumbleweed, it’s all okay
Just turn the music down
And tell me everything that’s on your mind

The highway’s bright and clean
The day is moving on
And this ain’t what it seems, not at all

The night is dark and mean
The highway’s moving on
And this ain’t what it seems, not at all