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I can't find a trace of my south I've been driving around in circles for years now These little railroad towns are so strangely lit at sundown I'm the wind in the weeds I'm a stir in the leaves I can't find my way through this maze Of the pace and the space and the grace in decay I can't bear to stay I can't leave and I can't look away I'm the wind in the weeds Letras de cancionesI'm a stir in the leaves I'm the light through the hole in the hat in your hand I'm a wandering soul I'm a vanishing man A vanishing man I chain-smoke till dawn By the green glow of the dash and the cell phone I let the seek keep cycling on Bursting preachers and Spanish and static and songs And I don't have a home I still don't have a home Just when you think I'm in the palm of your hand You'll hear clattering bottles and rattling cans I'm a ghost in the grandstand A sackful of wind I'm a bat in the rafters And a rat in the tin In the cool before dawn I'm a creak and a groan I'm a breath on the back your neck and I'm gone I'm so goddamn alone I'm a pall of unease I'm the wind in the weeds I'm the light through the hole in the hat in your hand I'm a wandering soul I'm a vanishing man A vanishing man A magnificent man Such a frail little man I'm a terrified man From Letras Mania