The day is gone when 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