Hot on Your Trail

I've seen the sun, I know you've seen it too
I see it coming and I think, think, think of you
I'm hot, I'm hot on your trail
I'm hot hot hot, I'm hot on your trail

I wonder if you get that feeling that I get
When it's time to place your bets
Do you wager everything?
Knowing if you ever lose, you'd lose everything?
'Cause I do
I do

He's asking lots of questions 'cause he's Curious Bob
He comes from New York City and he talks like a slob
I wonder if he listens at all
I wonder if he knows that we're all in pieces
We're all in pieces
We go to pieces
Over everything

Horns, horns, horns honking all over town
I fall, fall, fall but I don't hit the ground
Thorns, thorns, they get inside of my head
I'm never, never, never going back to bed
Not to dream or to wake in the morning

I changed my last name
It's a curious claim to fame
Not to know where to go when you're lonesome
And back at the sink
I know I may never sleep another wink
I point my eye and I rewind my illusion of you
(You've got dirty fingernails, baby)
You, twenty-two, with stories of someone who's been abused
Too many times not to notice
Well, I noticed

Stranded in a place without so much as a trace of love

Say you got a message and it read like you were wanted
Check your mail, go on check the mail
I'm hot, hot, hot on your tail