Wasted Sunsets (3:55) Lyrics

	(Blackmore/Glover/Gillan)

	The day is gone
	  when the angels come 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