Foot of the Stairs

I’m standing at the foot of your stairs

Feels like I’ve always been standing there

My three-year-old coat on my arm

And my two year old shoes still on

Walking home past the peeling paint

On razor-thin boards that separate

A thousand stories of love and lust

Scorching suns and ancient lust

They bleed together in the morning’s ecstasy

Makes you close your eyes against impossible beauty

So I just try to go back to sleep

Where I’ve still got a hold of my dreams

It’s where I’m…
Standing at the foot of your stairs

And I’m watching it get dark out there

I’m calling up to you

It’s the only left to do

This city makes me a complicated sort of sad

It’s like a lover that I wished I’d had

I used to flirt with her in my younger days

But I wanted her to be the one who got away

So that I could be…

Standing at the foot of your stairs

Starting to feel like I belong right here

One day I’ll come up and kiss your face

See what you done with the place

But until then, I’m…

Standing at the foot of the stairs

Standing at the foot of the stairs