The day is gone
as the angels come to stay
and all the silent whispers
will be blown away
And lying in the corner
a pair of high heel shoes
Hanging on the wall
gold and silver for the blues
One too many wasted
sunsets
|One too many for the road
And after dark
the door is always open
hoping someone else will show

Someone is waiting
behind an unlocked door
Grey circles overhead
empties on the floor
The cracks in the walls
have grown too long
the slow hand is dragging on
afraid to meet the dawn

One too many wasted sunsets
One too many for the road
And after dark
the door is always open
Hoping someone else will show.