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