I'm standing here and hoping for you Holding my door open for you now Ask just what you will of me I'll bend just like a willow tree And now I'm holdin' Holdin' my door open to the wind
Well seven times she came to me And each time seemed the same to me She knows just what to ask me now And I can't help but wonder how And now I'm holdin' Holdin' my door open before the wind
I wrote my name upon the sands With questioningly weary hands The tide arose and answered me And washed my name into the sea And now I'm holdin' Holdin' my door open before the wind
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