The day is gone when the angels come to stay<br /> And all the silent whispers will be blown away<br /> And lying in the corner a pair of high heel shoes<br /> Hanging on the wall gold and silver for the blues<br /> <br /> One too many wasted sunsets<br /> One too many for the road<br /> And after dark the door is always open<br /> Hoping someone else will show<br /> <br /> Someone is waiting behind an unlocked door<br /> Grey circles overhead empties on the floor<br /> The cracks in the walls have grown too long<br /> The slow hand is dragging on afraid to meet the dawn<br /> <br /> One too many wasted sunsets<br /> One too many for the road<br /> And after dark the door is always open<br /> Hoping someone else will show