Текст: Sunset Rubdown. Colt Stands Up, Grows Horns.

I followed the trail you left in the snow

Picked up your footsteps and made them my own

One-thousand and one, one-thousand and two

Oh, the gravity of you


You gave me an idol when you gave me these idle hands

And you twist up the land until the snow turns to sand

And I can't find the trail back home