Green Door

Midnight, one more night without sleeping,
Watching till the morning comes creeping.
Green door, what's that secret you're keeping?

There's an old piano And they play it hot behind the green door;
Don't know what they're doing But they laugh a lot behind the green door.
Wish they'd let me in So I could find out what's behind the green door.

Knocked once, tried to tell them I'd been there;
Door slammed, hospitality's thin there.
Wonder just what's going on in there.

Saw an eyeball peeping Through a smoky cloud behind the green door;
When I said "Joe sent me" Someone laughed out loud behind the green door.
All I want to do Is join the happy crowd behind the green door.

Midnight, one more night without sleeping,
Watching till the morning comes creeping.
Green door, what's that secret you're keeping?


Ok, we're at near full-on darkness and the days are short and busy. Council meeting tonight, which I'm almost ready for, and it may be a complicated one. Not helped by having to take my new glasses back because they're fine for reading the Kindle but impossible for reading the screen. But we at least ticked box one, which is to get a walk in each and every day. So that's ok.