Tumbleweed Alexander Wandrowsky / Nick Katzman Come and listen, all you travelers, wherever you come from I can’t leave the station now, the great storm has begun Raging ‘round the platform, I never saw in June The sky become as dark as night in the early afternoon (2) It started out in Salt Lake City, dust began to whirl The trees were bending in the wind, their branches bent and curled Policeman came and said to me: Pack up your bags and go! Just which way he didn’t say and how was I to know (2) I ask you, fellow travelers, have I done something wrong? Can’t go outside the station now, the wind is blowing strong I’m just another tumbleweed, I might get blown away They told me that I had to go and I can’t find my way (2) Now you might say: This town is nice, if you have got a home But it’s a lonely place for tumbleweed or a poor old rolling stone If I make it through a day or two or find a patch of sun I’ve got no place to rest my bones when my hard journey’s done (2) Ah, come on, all you travelers, you may ride for fun But I can’t leave the station now, the great storm has begun Raging ‘round the platform, I never saw in June The sky become as dark as night in the early afternoon (2)   alles-uke.de