Hot on Your Trail

I've seen the sun, I know you've seen it too I see it coming and I think, think, think of you I'm hot, I'm hot on your trail I'm hot hot hot, I'm hot on your trail I wonder if you get that feeling that I get When it's time to place your bets Do you wager everything? Knowing if you ever lose, you'd lose everything? 'Cause I do I do He's asking lots of questions 'cause he's Curious Bob He comes from New York City and he talks like a slob I wonder if he listens at all I wonder if he knows that we're all in pieces We're all in pieces We go to pieces Over everything Horns, horns, horns honking all over town I fall, fall, fall but I don't hit the ground Thorns, thorns, they get inside of my head I'm never, never, never going back to bed Not to dream or to wake in the morning I changed my last name It's a curious claim to fame Not to know where to go when you're lonesome And back at the sink I know I may never sleep another wink I point my eye and I rewind my illusion of you (You've got dirty fingernails, baby) You, twenty-two, with stories of someone who's been abused Too many times not to notice Well, I noticed Stranded in a place without so much as a trace of love Say you got a message and it read like you were wanted Check your mail, go on check the mail I'm hot, hot, hot on your tail