i´m standing here and hoping for you
holding my door open for you now
ask just what you will of me
i´ll bend just like a willow tree
and now i´m holdin´
holdin´ my door open to the wind

well seven times she came to me
and each time seemed the same to me
she knows just what to ask me now
and i can´t help but wonder how
and now i´m holdin´
holdin´ my door open before the wind

i wrote my name upon the sands
with questioningly weary hands
the tide arose and answered me
and washed my name into the sea
and now i´m holdin´
holdin´ my door open before the wind