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