Door

He's a blind man, crouching by the pavement

He's only seeing with his third eye

And clutching at astral shadows of every passer-byHe's a wise man, trumping all the answers

She's a wild girl, trying to keep his feet on the floor

And whispered physical litanies, "Stay away from the door""Oh but we're all in this together," he says

"Three-legged race across the floor

If only you'd loosen the handkerchief then I'd forget about the door""Ooh that feels so much better," he says

"Now you forget everything that I've said before

And sit there all by yourself while I walk through the door"