You'll find what you're after. Lying on the pavement. You'll find what you're after. Lying on the pavement. . You'll find what you're after. Lying on the pavement.
Your door wide open, the words you've spoken. And I hang like rain clouds pending the storm. Cut me slowly like you owe me. I feel like being torn. . Show me 'round the rooms in your house.
Look out your front door, there's ship comin' in. I can't tell you what it brings. So carry your grief on down to the port. Tonight were bound for other shores.
I lie awake on this phone call. She's dreamin' of better days. Flowers lie on the counter. Remind her of better days. . She sends a prayer up to Jesus.