Tumbleweeds

Tumbleweeds - Ohbijou

If I could see past these trees

That stand like sticks waiting to be burned

And if these signs on these streets

Lived up to their prestige then perhaps it

Wouldn't get worse

And tumbleweeds have come to sweep

This town to shreds

And tumbleweeds have come to sweep

This town to shreds

The shadows have a glorious time

Creating myths of bustling lives

To make up for whose moved out

And with the curse of ghosts that roam in malls

And with a population stuck answering calls

Who can blame them for moving out

And tumbleweeds have come to sweep

This town to shreds

And tumbleweeds have come to sweep

This town to shreds