Ron Sexsmith
Real Pandora
See how the saints go marching
Past the pedants dancing in your head (?)
And how the fools still rush in
Back to the places angels fear to tread

If you leave the door unguarded
To your happiness
You’ll open up a real Pandora
And a hornet’s nest
And I see that now

If you invite desire
Wouldn’t you think that lust would tag along
And if you light that fire
It won’t be extinguished by your loving song

If you leave the door unguarded
To your happiness
You’ll open up a real Pandora
And a hornet’s nest
Oh, I see that now

I see that now
Don’t want to be that now
I see that now
Don’t want to be that now
Another day is dawning
And the dust is dancing in the air
Head on my pillow, yawning
With a hangover hanging over there

I must have left the door unguarded
In my idleness
I’ve open up a real Pandora
And a spider’s web
Oh, I see that now

I see that now
Don’t want to be that now
Well, I don’t want to be that now