Standing in the doorway
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Wondering if it's safe to go outside
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Wondering if I'll come back
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Wondering if I might just drift out with the rising tide
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Sitting and waiting and hoping to find
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Something you're good at to use up your time
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To crawl from the ocean and lie on the shore
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A moonbeam the rests on the dust on your floor
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I'm not going out there
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Don't try to tell me I'm paranoid
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Wouldn't say I'm not scared
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Though it may be safe to say that I am annoyed
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In the intersection traffic lights are red in all directions
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Everyone breaks the law sometimes
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We all break down have foolish pride and
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Beg for some affection
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I can't say I know how you feel everyone seems to know
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Are you sure I would if I could help you remember
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What it's like to feel good
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Chitter and chatter and everything matters
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I ask how you're feeling
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And you just act shattered
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Asleep on the couch with your eyes open wide
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Standing in the doorway
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Waiting as you come and as you leave
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You say get out of my way
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Won't you stop and talk about the hectic life you lead
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They're all going somewhere
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They all have some place they have to be
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Maybe I should join them
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I wish I could I think I have to stay here with me
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It brings a tear to your eye to get out into the open
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I can't believe I see myself
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Coming into focus
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Standing In The Doorway
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| Soul Asylum |
