Tumbleweed

Sometimes I feel like a tumbleweed
Rolling down the road
Past those golden hills and trees
Feeling like I'm alone..

Yeah... I'm alone...
Oooh... I'm alone... I'm alone...

Take a look right through my eyes
See right inside my, my eyes
Sifting through all those files
Searching for what I sure will find

Oooh, what I'll find
Ooh, what I'll find... What I'll find...

And I am free... Free...
Yeah, I'm free... Free...
Hey... Y'm free... yeaaah...