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 through 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