You know where you've been when there's nowhere to go because you've been there before,
in the doorway of no way there's no way to go and you know it,so you
sit in the shadow that's cast by your long face and that's the shadow you know very well.

Very well,
counting your blessings will not buy you a beer,it's not enough for some 'gear' and the good Lord does not always provide
but it's warm here inside,out of the wind and the cold makes you old and being brave is just a 'pup you were sold when you used to believe.
You can't believe anymore,
there's no room for faith when you're outside in a doorway and so God goes his own way and you go on yours,
it's always about doors,the opening and closing,the what if,suppose if I chose another place to sleep,just another sheep that's bleating it seems like I'm meeting the train wreck head on.
I know where I've been,what I've done,where I've run to and from and when I've hit life and,
gone now the roar of the crowd,no one can feel proud in the night,out of sight,in the doorway you just shrink and
eventually
go away.