Opening Doors

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.