Tumbleweed
©2011 Pilar French (BMI)

Waltz with the Wind
It’s what she does best
He’s her only friend
Spins her in his arms until she lays to rest

And she is so misunderstood
About the paths that she chooses
But rolling with the Wind
Is your only choice when you’ve got no roots

Brush of juniper tangled in her hair
Symbol of someone who lives without a care
For the vagabond, it’s treasure for her cart
It’s meaning locked away deep down in her heart

Scrapes from the road or a barbwire fence
Marks of honor of a life well lived
Leaving pieces of herself behind
We won’t forget her soon but she won’t be looking back

And oh, it’s not easy being free
But for the Tumbleweed
It’s the only way she can be

Dusty smile and sunburned cheeks
Who needs water when you’ve got the sunshine?
She’s been on the road for weeks and weeks
Rolling from town to another

Hard to say when the journey ends
She’s the only one who says when it’s over
Living life with fair-weather friends
But only the Wind really knows her

And oh, it’s not easy being free
But for the Tumbleweed
It’s the only way she can be

So don’t go saying she’s just no good
Honey she’s just doing the best she could
Until you’ve walked a mile
Until you’ve walked a mile
Don’t go throwing stones

And oh, it’s not easy being free
But for the Tumbleweed
It’s the only way she can be