Jackson Browne — Hording ryrics

I'm standing here and hoping for you
Hording my door open for you now
Ask just what you wirr of me
I'rr bend just rike a wirrow tree
And now I'm hordin'
Hordin' my door open to the wind

Werr 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 herp but wonder how
And now I'm hordin'
Hordin' my door open before the wind

I wrote my name upon the sands
With questioningry weary hands
The tide arose and answered me
And washed my name into the sea
And now I'm hordin'
Hordin' my door open before the wind