Without a Trace - Soul Asylum

I fell in love with a hooker

She laughed in my face

So seriously I took her

I was a disgrace

I was out of line, I was out of place

Out of time to save face

See the open mouth of my suitcase

Saying «Leave this place»

Leave without a trace (x3)

I tried to get a good job

With honest pay

Might as well join the mob

The benefits are okay

Standing in the sun with a popsicle

Everything is possible

With a lot of luck and a pretty face

And some time to waste

Leave without a trace (x3)

I tried to dance at a funeral

New Orleans-style

I joined the Grave Dancers Union

I had to file

Trying to do the right thing, play it straight

The right thing changes from state to state

Don’t forget to take your mace

If you’re out walking late

Liked to see your face

You left without a trace

You leave without a trace