[Verse 1] I kept a room for every road A paper map I never used The names I almost answered to Still gather dust beneath the bed [Pre-Chorus] I count the doors I didn’t try Then hear the kettle start to sing [Chorus] All those lives I didn’t live Can rest beside the life I did I’m here, with both feet on the floor And I don’t need another door [Verse 2] The almost-me wore borrowed coats And missed the bus on borrowed time I let the old what-ifs grow quiet Beside the dishes drying warm [Chorus] All those lives I didn’t live Can rest beside the life I did I’m here, with both feet on the floor And I don’t need another door [Outro] This one is small, this one is mine I laugh, and let the others go
