Doors

Well what do you know?
(Well what do you know? Well what do you know? Well what do you know?)
In front of me now (In front of me)
Is an open door
I'm moving ahead
Not sure of the way
And yet there's a light that I'm heading for.

It's closer than ever
Closer than ever.

Fresh out of bed your life is out racing you
There dead ahead another one's facing you
Seems like at times they're practically chasing you
Everywhere another door.

One day the doors are locked and you're sick of them
Next day they're yours and you have your pick of them
Finding the proper key that's the trick of them
Every where another door.

Doors to a place that no one knows
Doors that are open; doors that close
Doors that you pass through every day
turn into doors that bar the way.

Doors that keep out the chill of night
Doors that keep secrets locked up tight
Just when you have things set, when it's all in place, when your life is good
there's another door.

Doorways are good; they can be enlightening
Doorways can change you, which isn't frightening
So tell me why my stomach is tightening
Looking at another door.

Doors can be wide; yes, that can be verified
Moving outside; the air can be rarified
I want to go, but why am I terrified
Looking at another door?

What's on the other side? Guess what?
Something I want but haven't got
Over the threshold. That's my shot
Will I go in there? I will not.

Maybe a brand new job awaits
Or 20 or 30 different fates
I'll be in charge at last
Get my life in shape
And when all the ends
There's another door.

What's in the skies from Boston to Florida?
Hirises rising each being horrider
What hits your eyes as you hit a corridor?
Nothing but a wall of doors.

What would you give to see what is hiding there?
All kinds of people just go inside of there
What kinds of secret lives are residing there
Hiding all behind those doors?

What's going on inside those rooms?
Kinky behavior one presumes
Here there's a spinster with her cats
Next door kid who sleeps on mats.

Here lives a family bland as pie
Next door a girl who was once a guy
What would you give to buy some electric eye
That would let you spy on what's behind those
People you never met who are not like you
who are just like you
are what's behind those
Just when you have things set, when it's all in place
When your life is good, there's another door
Every day another door.