I thought i felt her ghost again last night
And i kept a fire burning through the morning light
You, early morning diner on the neon range
You, you drove away as it began to rain
Twenty months of feedin` off original sin
Ain`t shut the door blown open by what should have been
Chorus
And time`s been like a dog that begs
And i find it`s needin` to be fed
Guardian angel rise, pull me out of my disguise
And shut the door behind on the dirty neon times
I became an island on a social sea
And i let someone take my shores occasionally
Wine, good weed and cigarettes assured they`d leave
Fine, fine women all but i could not receive
Twenty months of feedin` off original sin
Ain`t shut the door blown open by what should`ve been
Chorus
`cause to condemn her now don`t make no sense at all
Like taxis in the backwoods, like striptease at the mall
You hit a wall