(bolin/tesar)



This baggage handcuffed to my wrists

I drag it everywhere i go

Sometimes i fight you with my fists

But if i knew which way was home



Before the karma cut me loose

Would bring me whisky and my water

Sometimes i get the blues

Though i know i shouldnt oughta

Thats where i`d go



Run down ghost trail, no chance of love

No sign of life, just wild dogs howlin in the night

Oh, that's what i like



Before the karma cut me free

Im sick of my own company

Sometimes i miss the boat

Most times i miss my home

Thats where i`d go

If i new which way was home



Run down ghost trail, no chance of love

No sign of life

Just wild dogs howlin' in the night



Hear `em howl...