Tumbleweed in Tinseltown

Soon my friend with the stars in his eyes Is coming back to the green After what he has seen Fifteen years for the magic to break And the message to sink in Now he is thinking Just can't take it no more The big screen's gotten so small To somebody's Porsche He's gotta clean with a mop This is not the top he was dreaming of He was dreaming of And he feels, and he feels like tumbleweed in Tinseltown And he feels, yes he feels like tumbleweed in Tinseltown God save the Queen Says he's gonna get back his cross of burning gold Says he's gonna take back his arrows of desire But the dark satanic mills are just the same And the greedy old crows are still playing their same old games But he feels, but he feels like tumbleweed in Tinseltown And he feels, yes he feels like tumbleweed in Tinseltown God save the Queen Tumbleweed in Tinseltown Tumbleweed in Tinseltown Tumbleweed in Tinseltown Tumbleweed in Tinseltown Could have been Johnny Depp If he just had the chance, to advance Could have been working with Spielberg Get your fiddle and dance Dance, dance, dance At the burger joint they say what's the point In Tinseltown, Tinseltown At the restaurant, living for tips Tumbleweed in Tinseltown Tumbleweed in Tinseltown Tumbleweed in Tinseltown