Hoping someone else will show
Grey circles overhead empties on the floor
The slow hand is dragging on afraid to meet the dawn
One to many for the road
And after dark the door is always open
One to many wasted sunsets
One to many for the road
The cracks in the walls have grown too long
Hanging on the wall gold and silver for the blues
Lying in the corner a pair of high heel shoes
One to many wasted sunsets
Someone is waiting behind an unlocked door
And after dark the door is always open