Sign On The Door

Wendy's sitting next to me

She's trying hard to drink it away

And I feel the rumble

Of the subway beneath the stage

And her eyes are screaming

And her lips are pursed

This ain't her first heartache

But it feels like, it feels like the worst

And she says:

Can someone tell me how this can happen?

I guess that God only knows

My heart used to be a sweet shop of love

But now the sign on the door

It says, "Sorry, but we're closed"

I hear myself tell her

Some old words, but I know they won't help

Then I feel guilty

'Cause I've closed some sweet shops myself

We all talk about timing and lifestyles and such

But to a heart that's been shattered

Those words don't mean much

And all of our pining, it just goes to show

Don't you enter a shop with the sign on the door

Saying, "Sorry, but we're closed"

She's been through all the pain

That one can endure

And her new man thinks she loves him

But he can't be sure

His heart pines for Wendy

She says, "That's how it goes"

But how am I supposed to know?

I can't read the sign

Saying, "Sorry, but we're closed"