cover my tracks

there's a hard rain showing me the way, up from here to the fire escape, i was caught stuck standing in the flames again, who the hell would you be telling?, everybody knows my secret well, it's a long look stranded in the maze again, and it's a long way back to california, and i ain't got time to cover my tracks, how the hell do i return to normal, if i'm always ending up flat on my back?, well, these are the golden years, thought i'd never find 'em, i'd just watch 'em disappear, into the echoes of all the older lovers, that still whisper my name around here, and it's one more town to be sure, the rain ain't coming 'round here no more, took me eight years to figure out what to do, and it's a stoned throwback to the old, habits stored in a well worn coat, that's the price needed to pay to face the truth, and it's a long way back to california, and i ain't got time to cover my tracks, how the hell do i return to normal, if i'm always ending up flat on my back?, well, these are the golden years, i thought i'd never find 'em, i'd just watch them disappear, into the echoes of all the older lovers, that still whisper my name around here, yeah, yeah, yeah, and it's a long way back to california, and i ain't got time to cover my tracks