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