Without A Trace

By Bruce Clifford

Running around with my radar on
Seeing what's left before it's all gone
Smelling the air with chemical masks
The ease of the glow within this daunting task

Catching a wave of radiation blitz
Melting in stages of heat waves and glitz
Coming up empty within the emptiness of space
Gone is tomorrow without a trace

Without a trace it's gone
Without a trace there is nothing left to carry on
Without a trace there is nothing left to be
Without a trace there will be no more you and me

Running around with my musical taste
Hearing the vibrations of war and of waste
Tasting the moment of when nothing will be
Wondering about all of the things I used to see

Catching a wave of stardust and lime
Speeding up the process of ending our time
Leaving for a moment to get back in to the race
Gone is tomorrow without a trace

Without a trace it's gone
Without a trace there is nothing left to carry on
Without a trace there is nothing left to be
Without a trace there will be no more you and me

©5/21/08 Bruce Clifford