I Can See Your Tracks

Oh, I can see your tracks

But I won't follow them

I'll 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 I'll 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

I'm quaking in my boots

But you won't hear me scream

I'm halfway down to New Orleans

You're halfway down to New Orleans