I was thinking of taking a drive,

Back to the house where I was born,

Where I was born.

I keep seeing myself on our porch,

Looking thru blinds that we kept closed,

All the time.

Opening doors - letting in air,

Finding a place for everything there,

Opening doors - letting in light,

Patching the holes - making things right,

Making things right.

I imagine I'm swimming the lake,

Where we would stay when we were young,

Before it changed.

I'm walking through the cabin that burned,

Looking for keys that I might turn,

That I might turn.

Opening doors - letting in air,

Finding a place for everything there,

Opening doors - letting in light,

Patching the holes - making things right,

Making things right.

I keep dreaming I've found another room,

One that I've never seen before,

I don't know why.

I was hoping that you'd find it, too,

So I could play you all the songs,

I wrote for you.

Opening doors - letting in air,

Finding a place for everything there,

Opening doors - letting in light,

Patching the holes - making things right,

Making things right.