This sandpaper, it's losing it's grit I need a new one so this door will fit And I'm sorry it's taken this long Just haven't had the time I don't know how to explain these words to you that I've been saying Never will I see the day you open that door and come to me And so I keep these words to myself I lock them up on the box on the shelf And I don't think it'll open up soon unless the door is open wide Please what can I say or do to have this all make sense to you There's no lesson money buys like getting sawdust in your eyes Sandpaper Sandpaper