The Stopping-Off Place — текст песни (Walkabouts, The)

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