The Stopping-off Place Lyrics - Singles - Walkabouts

well the fog's rollin' thick in the trees 

and the fire burns deep in the hole 

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 

left my clothes scattered far 

down the trail 

and I dreamed of your neck, 

your raven-haired crown 

with no trace, I jumped over the rail 

Move along, cannot stay 

The Stoppin'-off place 

Move along, cannot stay 

The Stoppin'-off place 

plain clothes knows nothin' bout me 

and plain clothes knows 

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, that I'd 

see my way clear 

and I'd come back to get 

you someday 

with silver for teeth and blood 

in my hair 

I'd come back and get you someday 

Move along, cannot stay 

The Stoppin'-off place 

Move along, cannot stay 

The Stoppin'-off place 

Move along, cannot stay 

The Stoppin'-off place 

Move along, cannot stay 

The Stoppin'-off place