Traces

In the bush of ghosts Is a hopeless town Lost a distant from back roads All sound is silent Hushed is the sky I'm looking for A man I know I have nothing But a motel bible I only meet In shady places Always travel alone Never answer the phone I do not leave Any traces In a distant place where the coyotes howl An unknown man lives nearby He is drunk on church wine goods With a mother of Mary at his side I have nothing But a motel bible I only meet In shady places Always travel alone Never answer the phone I do not leave Any traces I have nothing But a motel bible I will never Leave a trace