Tears of rain run down my window pane
I'm on my own again good ev'ning sorrow.
Sit and dream of how things might have been
and as I close my eyes I get the strangest feeling.
Climb the stair and then I say a pray'r
for someone who could share my situation.
But instead as I lay down my head
I have to leave it all to my imagination.
R E F R A I N :
Knock
knock who's there ?
Could this be love that's calling
the door is always open wide;
Knock
knock who's there ?
Now as the night is falling
