I Can See Your Tracks
Oh, I can see your tracks
But I wont follow them
Ill just hope for rain
Some kind of crazy wind
To erase them, chase them
Into oblivion
Oh, I can smell the smoke
From your fire, babe
But Ill leave you alone
And sleep in this lonely cave
Pray for the storm to
Scrub this dirt away
I can hear the snakes
Creeping cross the scene
Im quaking in my boots
But you wont hear me scream
Im halfway down to New Orleans
Youre halfway down to New Orleans