Leave Your Bags By The Door - Shannon McNally

Well I can see by your eyes that you come from far away

You’ve been traveling all night and you’d like a place to stay

Well that’s alright, baby leave your bags by the door

That’s alright, honey you can even ask for more

I won’t ask you where you’re from

Where you’re going or why you’ve come

For a lot of answers to all the questions on my tongue

No that’s alright, baby leave your bags by the door

That’s alright, honey you can even ask for more

Well who are we two as we stand here tonight?

Are you a prince in paupe’s rags come down from the heights

See the way your subjects live when you’ve turned your back

Taste the fruits of the common man and the purpose that you lack?

Or are you just a Tom wonderin' the night

Looking for a diamond mine and banking on it’s might

Standing in the footprints of the wanders before you

Looking for fulfillment and hoping that there’s more

Yes, my name is Jill Ryder and I’m a seamstress for the fleet

I stand five foot seven in my cold bare feet

And I’ve raised two daughters one from each of the loves of my life

I’m a widow two times, my girls are still alive

So why don’t you come in out of the cold warm your feet by my fire

The cat’s name is Lady, why don’t you just sit down beside her

Listen to her purr, oh you know she’s content

To left the world drift by and let those crooked lines stay bent

Don’t be afraid to let it all hang out, 'cause I’ve seen it all before

And what harm could come from just a little bit more, just a little bit more?