Tumbleweed

I'm still out there searching, for what I don't know. 

Still haven't found it anywhere I go.

I'm just a tumbleweed rolling along, 

A big gust of wind comes and I'm gone. 

I pick up my head and widen my eyes, 

but still I can't see through all of the flies.

There's a knife in my pocket, it's edge has been lost

So many strings cut with no regard for the cost.

I'm just a survivor, out here on the range.

Still looking for purpose for the rest of my days. 

I'm just a marauder with no moral code. 

Searching for warmth in my humble abode. 

When my season comes and the dog days gone, 

I'll be left with my empty jar and mournful song. 

"I'm just a tumbleweed, rolling along. 

A big gust of wind comes and I'm gone."