Hands grip the bars
Let me in
Please
Let me in
scars on my fingertips
from every time
i gripped
the thorn covered iron
screaming
let me in
I'd always wanted to leave
screaming to life
oh
please let me out
but now that life was gone
how I longed to be back
but now I was here sitting on the sidewalk in the sky
I walked the stairway
so long it took
I was so tired
now that I was here
I realized it was closed
vacant
nobody was here
except
Jimmy Page
we talked about
how he had plans to take his black dog
to California
wearing his Kashmir coat
so he walked
over the hills and far away
I sat dazed and confused
I was just a fool in the rain