The Walkabouts

The Walkabouts - The Stopping-off Place songtekst

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Well, the fog's rolling thick in the trees
And the fire burns deep in the hole
And 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 stopping-off place
Move along, cannot stay
The stopping-off place

Plain clothes knows nothing 'bout me
And plain clothes knows nothing '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 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
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Auteur: ?

Componist: Chris Eckman

Publisher: Virgin Schallplatten GmbH

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1996

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Devil's Road (1996) , Shimmers (2003)

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