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