what a difference a door could ever made
sometimes I think about the world
what is the part I like about it best
but I can't remember what I was gonna say for the world
for the life of me never figured,for the truth I never been told
like my brother is the only close stranger I ever know
came from this same old house with words carved on the wall
but nothing like me and never really talked each orther about the world
it's as if,this guy and me grew up in the same house
and one day.he stood up went out the front door
while I went out the back
like a ousider,refuse to get along
and never see eath orther again
its like,if he can't see me,then he won't feel so pain
because I walked out the back door
while he walked out the front
what a difference a door could ever made