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

There's no secondhand alibis

Just some black ink on some blue lines

And a shadow you won't recognize

In the meantime, 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