Letra de The Stopping-off Place
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 goSaid 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 sleepBut 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 railMove along, cannot stay The stopping-off place Move along, cannot stay The stopping-off placePlain 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 askAnd 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 somedayMove along, cannot stay The stopping-off place Move along, cannot stay The stopping-off placeMove along, cannot stay The stopping-off place Move along, cannot stay The stopping-off place