I’m leaving this garden nSo delicatenWhat can I offer it? nWhat can I offer it?nnI’m leaving Australia nSo tired of this labournAll in I like tumbleweednFeels the wind this nightnnI’m leaving MinneapolisnNothing can stop menAll the world’s sympathy nCannot detain my kindnnAnd I can’t see for looking nI can’t hear for the ringingn“It’s all in your head”nThat’s what she saidnnThat’s why I’m leaving this garden nSo delicatenWhat can I offer it? nWhat can I offer it?