Lyrics Place to Leave - The Castellows

Hope is a white dove a-flyin' (you don't belong around here)
Love is a train a-comin' (hear the sound but it never appears)
Preacher says our home is like Heaven (it's gettin' hard to believe)
If it's true, then Paradise is just another place to leave

I buried a bottle of rye on the edge of town
In case I get thirsty on my way out
Lucky penny in my pocket, new song in this old soul
Brush off the dust when I hit the road
When I hit the road

Hope is a white dove a-flyin' (you don't belong around here)
Love is a train a-comin' (hear the sound but it never appears)
Preacher says our home is like Heaven (it's gettin' hard to believe)
If it's true, then Paradise is just another place to leave

Next time a full moon rises in the east
I'll be headed west, floatin' down the Mississippi
All the way to the Gulf, gettin' lost in the Quarter
Close to the fire, dancin' like a gypsy daughter
Like a gypsy daughter

(Whoo!)
Ooh
Ooh

Hey, hope is a white dove a-flyin' (you don't belong around here)
Love is a train a-comin' (hear the sound but it never appears)
Preacher says our home is like Heaven (it's gettin' hard to believe)
If it's true, then Paradise is just another place to leave

Leave
I'm gonna leave
Oh, you know I'm gonna leave
(One, two, three, four)
(Whoo!)
(Whoo!)
(Whoo!)