The day is gone, when the angels come to stay.
And all the silent whispers will be blown away.
Lying in the corner a pair of high healed 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.
Solo (repeat chords)
Someone is waiting behind the unlock door.
Grey circles overhead the emptiest on the floor.
The carcks 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.