Tumbleweed

I feel like a lonesome tumbleweed
Rolling across an open plain
I feel like something nobody needs
I feel my life drifting away
Drifting away —
I feel like a broken wagon wheel
When I can’t hop a slow-moving train
Think I know how a coyote feels
When he’s howling just to
Ease the pain, since he’s been away
Lord, I feel like rolling
Rolling along, so keep your big
Wind blowing till all my natural
Days are gone —
Till my days are all gone
I’m just a lonesome tumbleweed
Turning end over end
Once I pulled all my roots free
I became a slave to the wind
A slave to the wind