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