Without a Trace

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 Sayin' leave this place Leave without a trace Leave without a trace Leave without a trace I tried to get a good job With honest pay I 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 Leave without a trace Leave without a trace I tried to dance at a funeral New Orleans style I joined the Grave Dancer's 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 I liked to see your face You left without a trace You leave without a trace --- Without a Trace - Soul Asylum