Secret Doors - Robin Trower

Another lonely weekend, another fast goodbye

Before the show is over, somebody’s gonna cry

Give me anticipation, a change has got to come

I lost you hesitating, you heard a different drum

Now that she said one so kind have a madness of their own

And the open space is all overgrown, overgrown

Secret passages and secret doors

Photographs on every wall

Possibilities my mind explodes

Never reaching you at all

You take a lonely silence could be a big mistake

Who’s one foot on the ladder, could be a rattle snake

I hear an echo in the silence of all that we have done

I fear the dark but could not face the sun, face the sun