This is a desert and there's not a tree in sight.
If you were water then I'd need you, and baby I might.
A cactus gasps by the gas pumps and that could be me.
Or a small thing crossing the highway hungrily.

Now I know that you love me, and honey, it's getting dark.
Tumbleweed and tonic...

Down on the corner you were bored and unsatisfied.
And I couldn't catch your eye, and baby, I tried!
And anyway, it's messing me up.
Might not be strong enough.

Now I know that you love me, and honey, it's getting dark.
Tumbleweed and tonic...

Fall for your jive and jumble,
Crawl off to rise and rumble,
All for your lonely tumbleweed...

The smoke curls out of the fire and that's how I feel.
Something rising and black and heavy and real.
And we are so predictable and strange;
We are so easily rearranged.

Now I know that you love me, and honey, it's getting dark.
Tumbleweed and tonic...