Tumbleweed Time from Precious Bane by Jim White and Trey Blake

Oh the scant places us broken souls can hide,
when scars as evident as ours commingle and collide.
When love becomes a toothless word,
when leaps of faith leave bridges burned,
when old hiding places deep inside
now offer no safe place to hide...
It’s tumbleweed time...tumbleweed time...
when what I need’s what I need to leave behind.
I hear your footsteps in the shadows of my mind.
And I go flying blind into a dust storm

of tumbleweeds.
Oh scarecrows of redemption,
why do you no longer stand guard...

high up on the ramparts in this fortress ‘round my heart?
Your alchemy and miracles are now tinder to these flames.
Incinerated angels flee, as all hope of rescue fades...
It’s tumbleweed time, tumbleweed time.
When what I need’s what I need to leave behind.
I hear your whispers down the hallways of my mind...
And go flying blind into that dust storm

of tumbleweeds...
So blow, you dusty winds,
set me aglow with sorrows gold.
Behold, such reckonings.
Beyond the clutch of melancholy hands,
painted saints of loneliness.
Adrift out in the shadowlands,
tumbling in sweet nothingness...
Where all there is is endless space,
no busted husks of broken dreams ,
remnants of what might have been,
what could have been, what should have been
Between you and me, but now it’s time for me to flee,
To become like these tumbleweeds...
like my friends the tumbleweeds...
I’ll become like these tumbleweeds...
Let me become like these tumbleweeds

I’ll just become like these tumbleweeds.
(Long ooohs over next line)
I guess God was absent on that day
When down upon my knees I prayed
For deliverance, but, that’s okay,
I never loved you anyway...

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