Cricket Hicks Walked Into The Desert 09/16/93

Cricket Hicks walked into the desert
One day late July
You could tell he was going
Maybe for good
By lookin' at his eyes
He held a water bottle in his hand
Like he was holing a pair of shoes
And he said, "You better hope I
never come back and if I do
this town is gonna bruise."
Everyone was afraid of Cricket Hicks
So you'd think they'd be glad he was gone
But it was like walkin' through the dark
Every little noise makes you want to run
Thanksgiving rolled around and Cricket
Hadn't been seen since the summer stars
And his memory started to pale
But it was something born from pain
Like a wound like a fading scar