Lock the Door, Christina

Whose that by your front door by first light and last

Whose that man, heart in hand, sleeping in your grass

In a coat of young frustration, with unfed appetite

Lock the door Christina, I’m standing on your porch tonight

Whose that by your front door, we all thought he died

Whose that man knee deep in sand waiting on the tide

With an atlas and a ladder, undaunted by the height

Lock the door Christina, I’m standing on your porch tonight

Who else ever cared, who else ever tried

Whose that man come to stand right by your crying side

With convictions I can’t pay for and habits I can’t fight

Lock the door Christina, I’m standing on your porch tonight

Destined to misuse you, determined to do you right

Lock the door Christina, I’m standing on your porch tonight