The rain had wiped out what was left of the trail
But he still likes the way she allows the dress
To slide of her shoulder
The night leans against her skin
Distant memories of a promise that wasn't worth
The blood it was written in
Where are you off to this time Jocelyn
They were so young back then
Looking for the kind of love you read about on the back
Of cool bookstores' toilet doors
The thirst still raging beneath their skin
Distant memories of a promise that wasn't worth
The blood it was written in
Where are you off to this time Jocelyn
Where are you off to this time Jocelyn
Soon the longing for the desert at the break of day
Makes it impossible for her to stay
The night leans against her skin
Distant memories of a promise that wasn't worth
The blood it was written in
Where are you off to this time Jocelyn
Where are you off to this time Jocelyn
Where are you off to this time Jocelyn
Where are you off to this time Jocelyn
