I’m leaving this garden    So delicate   What can I offer it?    What can I offer it?      I’m leaving Australia    So tired of this labour   All in I like tumbleweed   Feels the wind this night      I’m leaving Minneapolis   Nothing can stop me   All the world’s sympathy    Cannot detain my kind      And I can’t see for looking    I can’t hear for the ringing   “It’s all in your head”   That’s what she said      That’s why I’m leaving this garden    So delicate   What can I offer it?    What can I offer it?