to many wasted sunsets. One to 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
Sunsets over the beaches from now on. Each day looking for new ways to go on. . Maybe I should drop by maybe I should have called. Maybe I should have followed you and beat down your door. Maybe
your call. You wanna fly. You wanna fall. So I shout. I wanna get away from you. As fast as I can. I tell my feet to move it. I hope they have a plan. . These little black sandals. Are walking
