After all the windows on the ground floor had been broken After all the undemanding officers had spoken After all the trouble, after all the commotion I walked right through The door was always open
When I was seventeen, I set out on the ocean Searching for Columbus or wherever he was going Then twenty thousand miles came down to just a moment I sailed right through The door was always open
I climbed the Western Wall without anybody knowing I held the guardsman captive with a pistol I had stolen He just poured a cup of coffee and said, "Son, now here's a notion" The next time you drop by The door is always open
So it seems I've spent a lifetime restive and beholden To standing on the threshold absolutely frozen Waiting on some god above to tell me I was chosen Instead I spoke myself The door was always open Instead I spoke myself The door was always openTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
