Letras:Joe Pug. The Door Was Always Open.

After all the windows on the ground floor had been broken,
after all the under handing officers had spoken,
after all the trouble, after all of the commotion,
I walked right through, the door was always open.

When I was 17, I set out on the ocean,
searching for Columbus where ever he was going.
Been twenty thousand miles, came down to just a moment.
I sailed right though, the door was always open.

I climbed the Western wall without anybody knowing,
held the guradsman captive with a pistl I has stolen.
He just poured a cup of coffee and said "Son, now here's a notion.
Next time you drop by the door is always open."

So it seems I've spent a life time arrested and beholden,
standing on the threshold, absolutely frozen,
waiting some God above to tell me I was chosen,
Instead I spoke myself, "The door is always open."
Instead I spoke myself, "The door is always open."