Who’ll come knockin’ tonight?

The night before last it was the four sisters and a dancing Yankee girl

The night before them it was Marvin Gaye and a geisha in a white kimono

I wonder who’ll come knockin’ tonight

Because the cover of darkness isn’t always relief from the harshness of day

It’s the playground of angels and demons alike

And then nobody came last night

Maybe they were just too scared, or scarred

Or maybe it was just too crowded

By lost souls, not seen or heard, but felt

It was a bit of a strange one in the wee hours of this morning

A dream catcher slapped me between the shoulder blades

The trinkets made a noise

Whispering “someone’s coming”

Guess whose back

I wonder who’ll come knockin’ tonight