(Blackmore/Glover/Gillan)
     The day is gone
   when the angels come to stay
   And all the silent whispers
   will be blown away
   And 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