Wasted Sunsets
The day is gonewhen the angels come to stayAnd all the silent whisperswill be blown awayAnd lying in the cornera pair of high heel shoesHanging on the wallgold and silver for the blues
One too many wasted sunsetsOne too many for the roadAnd after dark the door is always openHoping someone else will show
Someone is waiting behindan unlocked doorGrey circles overhead emptieson the floorThe cracks in the walls havegrown too longThe slow hand is dragging onafraid to meet the dawn
One too many wasted sunsetsOne too many for the roadAnd after dark the door is always openHoping someone else will show