Well it's cold and you're bored
From counting the Smart Cars on 94
When you dream, you're back home
But the lakeside don't trust you to walk alone
Hollow trees, dark of hair
All the neckties are toasting with empty cans
And you know why she's gone
Why the clothes in the river, drifting on
Slide down south, 'cause once in awhile your confidence leaves you
Like smoke falls out her red mouth
Well she left you those
The tracks in the backyard December snow
But those sad souvenirs
They end at the fence-line and disappear
Why'd you follow her there?
Milwaukee's a deaf ear for winter prayers
There's no night, there's no day
With only hope in your pocket and hell to pay
Slide down south, when once in awhile your confidence leaves you
Like smoke falls out her red mouth