Wasted Sunset

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

hopin' someone else will show

someone is waiting behind an unlocked door

grey circle's overhead, empty's 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

hopin' someone else will show