I was thinking of taking a drive, Back to the house where I was born, Where I was born. I keep seeing myself on our porch, Looking thru blinds that we kept closed, All the time.
Opening doors – letting in air, Finding a place for everything there, Opening doors – letting in light, Patching the holes – making things right, Making things right.
I imagine I’m swimming the lake, Where we would stay when we were young, Before it changed. I’m walking through the cabin that burned, Looking for keys that I might turn, That I might turn.
Opening doors – letting in air, Finding a place for everything there, Opening doors – letting in light, Patching the holes – making things right, Making things right.
I keep dreaming I’ve found another room, One that I’ve never seen before, I don’t know why. I was hoping that you’d find it, too, So I could play you all the songs, I wrote for you.
Opening doors – letting in air, Finding a place for everything there, Opening doors – letting in light, Patching the holes – making things right, Making things right.