Solo

Wasted sunsets, when the sun comes down she will not find me there solo as the moon steady as an ocean stone, I arrive there solo, solo* Plucking at the strings of my guitar I say Hello, is anyone out there ? (Yelling) Behind the door Angel, look, ... I'm behind the door, please see me (pause) too many wasted sunsets too many lonely roads I go there crossing chasms of the heart she whispers to me, " Heh you, perfect stranger, follow me " solo, up I go * Hello, (I think I speak ) Angel, where are you ? then the sky turns deep purple, and I'm in for keeps solo, as a loon, while Ian, sleeps.