Schooner Open Door
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
