[Verse 1] You gave the almost-me a velvet rope A docent badge, a room to pace The pilot with the perfect coat The painter with a borrowed face You dust each frame, you check the light You know their names, their dates, their art The doors swing shut at closing time You’re still outside your own heart [Pre-Chorus] Little brass plaque, polished bright “Could have been” in black and white Every label, every part None of them can take your heart [Chorus] Welcome to the lives not lived Pick a frame and watch it kick Bassline sideways, heels don’t land You’re the guard who missed the grandstand All these selves behind the glass Wave goodbye as hours pass Close the book, unlock the door You are here—what are you waiting for? [Verse 2] A tiny astronaut floats in a jar A chef serves menus made of air The almost-famous, almost-far Have perfect hair and vacant stares You keep the tickets in a drawer For every train you didn’t ride But one small hand is on the door And one real day is still outside [Pre-Chorus] Little brass plaque, polished bright “Could have been” in black and white Every label, every part None of them can take your heart [Chorus] Welcome to the lives not lived Pick a frame and watch it kick Bassline sideways, heels don’t land You’re the guard who missed the grandstand All these selves behind the glass Wave goodbye as hours pass Close the book, unlock the door You are here—what are you waiting for? [Bridge] The curator clears his throat The velvet rope slips from his hand No grand reveal, no secret note Just dust, a key, and solid land You don’t need a better name You don’t need their perfect view Turn the sign around today: “Open. Come on through.” [Final Chorus] Welcome to the lives not lived Leave the frames; the door gives in Bassline sideways, heels don’t land Take your place, take your chance All those selves behind the glass Let them keep their polished past Close the book, unlock the door You are here—go live some more [Outro] You are here The door is yours You are here
