The Door Was Always Open

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