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