[Verse 1] In my office there hangs a door Not even all of it Just a little piece And there’s the painting That you created It’s not the first thing that you see When you’re walking through my space But it gazes down all afternoon Quiets my spirit In its hallowed place [Chorus] There's the door to the little cabin on the shore by the lake deep in the forest under skies of blue and cirrus clouds There's the door to the log cabin a bit of paradise that you made. There's the door it hits me on the way out. [Verse 2] Half of a folding door Hanging silent and serene All of my reasons Cut down to a painted scene I look up and I remember What I’m doing this for Every long day pointed at Half of a folding door [Chorus] There's the door to the little cabin on the shore by the lake deep in the forest under skies of blue and cirrus clouds There's the door to the log cabin a bit of paradise that you made. There's the door That hits me on the way out. [Verse 3] Right above the glowing screens Underneath that model plane Where the numbers hum and climb And every task looks the same It catches all my scattered thoughts Like a frame around the past Every scar along that wood Says: this work can really last [Bridge] Plastic monkey hangs from the knob Story missing from the frame But I know when I leave this job I can still hear my name [Chorus] There's the door to the little cabin on the shore by the lake deep in the forest under skies of blue and cirrus clouds There's the door to the log cabin a bit of paradise that you made. There's the door That hits me on the way out. I let it hit me on the way out…
