Close The Door

These strangers come calling
Soon enough, they're gone
The twilight is falling
Lamps will soon go on

And where does summer go?
I will never know
Summer used to last endlessly
Children all in white, running down the sand to me
To me

These strangers sent packing
What do they expect?
So grasping
So lacking
Why not be direct?
The beating of my heart after they depart, lying wide away through the night
Will you ever come running home to me?
You might
You might

I've believed so long
I have dared to hope that the door might open and that you might enter