20 Years

There's a note underneath your front doorThat I wrote twenty years agoYellow paper and a faded pictureAnd a secret in an envelopeThere's no reasons, no excusesThere's no secondhand alibisJust some black ink on some blue linesAnd a shadow you won't recognizeIn the meantime I'll be waitingFor twenty years, twenty moreI'll be praying for redemptionAnd your note underneath my door