I Can See Your Tracks - Laura Veirs

Oh I can see your tracks

But I won’t follow them

I’ll just hope for rain

Or some kind of crazy wind

To erase them

And 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

And pray for

A storm to scrub this dirt away

Oh I can hear the snakes

Creeping cross the scene

I’m quaking in my boots

But you won’t hear me scream

You’re half way

Down to New Orleans

You’re half way

Down to New Orleans