text: The day is gone
  When the angels come to stay
  And all the silent whispers
  Will be blown away
  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