Come to the doorway just to see your man comin' home So long and slow, walking on down the sun But all you see is his memory set aflame in a day that's gone Deep in your heart There's a pain so deep Sunk like a spear It leaves a hole and all the sorrows start The well for your tears It won't quell your thirst but you drink from it for years Away from the world you sit with empty eyes While the windows cry in the silence of your shadowed room Where your life lies in vials kept in bottles of old perfume
The d** in the ashtray incant the visions to restore your gloom But listen off out there Where you cannot hear Out so very far But it's coming near Whispers on the wind are on wings as the morning rises As you wake within a dream and place your hands against the sky High on a morning wind, on a voices wings you fly As the voice becomes your lover's asking you "Oh why, won't you try to begin, once again to return...again..."