Down the Road

angie fights crime

from the album 50
vocals Wilson

an old man beckons from the road it’s not cold but he is dressed in furs from head to toe I stop the car and he gets in I don’t know where he’s been but he smells like sweat and mountain herbs he tells a tale i’ve never heard cause I don’t understand a word I ask him where he wants to go he points, down the road, down the road the trees are blackened from a fire sky so blue and I still don’t know what i’m going to do pass the gate, over the bridge adena 800 feet straight down to the rocks below there’s not another soul in sight he stares ahead as if in fright keep asking where he wants to go he points, down the road, down the road around the corner there it stood hidden good his tiny cabin in the woods he grabbed my shoulder and I stopped out he hopped and waved goodbye and disappeared I kinda wish I knew his name cause I too like to play funny little games his secrets safe with me he knows down that road, down that road