All My Doors

I've be waiting for you

To tell me something I already knew

And I've been waiting for some indication

That the hardest part is through

And I've been walking these hills in the afternoon

Watching the snow line slowly recede

Thinking if there's nothing that's mine to keep

Then there is nothing I will ever need

And all my doors are open wide

And I am staring at my life

Hearing sweet laughter of someone

I haven't seen for a long long time

And if there's nothing I expect

Then what the hell do I stand to lose

If given a choice between this and something easy

I know what I'd choose

'Cause I've already chosen

These are things she dreams of one warm breeze

wafting up the avenue

Meanwhile they talk of sleet and snow in every bar

on every radio