The Stopping-Off Place Songtext
von The Walkabouts

Well, the fog′s rolling thick in the trees
And the fire is deep in the hole
In my conscience a wound with no salve
It betrays me wherever I go

Said the best way a man can go down
Is to die with his face to the street
And you guessed that the way I'd go down
Like a gambler who rolls off to sleep

But that night on the mountain, I staged my own death
Clothes scattered far down the trail
And I dreamed of your neck and your raven-haired crown
No trace, I jumped over the rail


Move along, cannot stay
The stopping-off place
Move along, cannot stay
The stopping-off place

Plain clothes knows nothin′ 'bout me
And plain clothes know nothin' ′bout you
He′ll call off the chase in a snap
He'll give up the chase if you ask

And I promised to you, I would see my way clear
I′d come back to get you someday
With silver for teeth and blood in my hair
I'd come back to get you someday

Move along, cannot stay
The stopping-off place
Move along, cannot stay
The stopping-off place


Move along, cannot stay
The stopping-off place
Move along, cannot stay
The stopping-off place