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AT MY DOOR

Drying dishes, dimming lights
Tired eyes on Friday nights
The cats are lying on the floor and Kerry’s knocking at my door

Hidden thoughts & broken arrows
Tied in knots and Christmas carols
Looking up for something more
Now Kerry’s knocking at my door

You’re gone, you’re gone and just like that
My heart is lying on the track
The train is coming I don’t care
I will not be going anywhere

Sheets of music, written notes
In old Cape Breton winter coats
Looking through another drawer
But Kerry’s knocking at my door

You’re gone you’re gone and just like that
My heart is lying on the track
The train is coming I don’t care
I won’t be going anywhere

If I could I’d twin the moon
Find the doorway
Spin the tune
But everything’s been said before
And Kerry’s knocking at my door
At my door
At my door
Knocking at my door