20 Years

There's a note underneath your front door

That I wrote twenty years ago.

Yellow paper and a faded picture

And a secret, in an envelope

There's no reasons no excuses

Theres no second hand alibis

Just some black ink

On some blue lines and a shadow you won't recognize

In the mean time I'll be waiting

For twenty years twenty more

I'll be praying for redemption

And your note underneath my door

And your note underneath my door.