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 open