cross my heart i meant every lie that i told
now, cross your legs i need a photo before i go
these nights are hot, but the days are so cold
be it sand, or be it snow
the footsteps i follow are way to slow
good-bye, my dear, i must go
i've gota drifter's soul
no matter where i go
no matter who i meet
i've got these same old holes
in the bottom of my feet
