SITTIN' IN THE DOORWAY
(Pier Morandi)
daddy’s in the kitchen, mama’s in the lane
standin’ on the corner with a gun inside a dust high noon
down the road of memory the slide man plays a tune
Alan Wilson’s shadow is knocking on your door again
I’m sittin’ in the doorway still waitin’ for a train
you’re out in the rain with your words …so sublime
the blind man’s telling stories the bartender’s drinkin’ wine
the lounge is fulI of gamblers and you’ve got no more games to hide
old steps coming through the cold neon light
the man with the cane is walking uptown at night
I’m sittin’ in the doorway still waitin’ for a train
you’re out in the rain with your words …so sublime
to the end of love you are sendin’ valentines
from the old post office where nobody can catch your sighs
maybe it is the moon that it’s hiding in the sky
maybe it is sky and there is no place left to go
I’m sittin’ in the doorway still waitin’ for a train
you’re out in the rain with your words …so sublime
so I’m sittin’ in the doorway still waitin’ for a train
you’re out in the rain with your words …so sublime
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