Wasted Sunsets
(Blackmore/Glover/Gillan)

The day is gone
  when the [bad word] to stay
And all the silent whispers
  will be blown away
And lying in the corner
  a pair of high heel shoes
Hanging on the wall
  gold and silver for the blues

One too many wasted sunsets
One too 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 the floor
The cracks in the walls have
  grown too long
The slow hand is dragging on
  afraid to meet the dawn

One too many wasted sunsets
One too many for the road
And after dark the door is always open
Hoping someone else will show