Open Door - Schooner

Talk for hours like a french ambassador

A leaky sink, a weeping drink drips on the floor

A sudden rumble then the slamming of a door

A sinking feeling disappearing with the roar

I knew you could not drive too far then

Forty hours and a place down by the shore

Another thing another sting that you ignore

A sleepless light is leaving imprints on you more than you would like to say

But you’re an open door