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