Late last night, and the night before,
there came a knocking, a knocking at my door.
When I go and answer it, there is no-one there,
there is no-one at my door, the door step is bare.
Oh who could be tormenting me, and driving me insane,
could it just be the wind, and the falling of the rain.
Trees can bang on windows in a way that’s often shocking,
but what in nature makes a sound, upon a door of knocking?
I’ve asked myself this question, every single night,
considering every option, till the coming of the light.
I’m Tired, exhausted, I just cant take much more,
but tonight there’ll come a knocking, a knocking at my door.