[Verse 1] I tuned my hope to an exit sign, sleep on the shoulder, heart on the line. Miles of maybe in a borrowed car, radio saints, late-night stars. No gold ticket, no backstage key— just a trunk of courage and a dented belief. If a gate won’t greet me like a son, I’ll frame a doorway with the rising sun. [Pre-Chorus] Every “no” is lumber, stacked and scored, sand it down—hinge it forward. [Chorus] Choose the door—then hold it wide, for the kid you were and the ones who arrive. Choose the door—don’t beg the sign, paint your name where the light aligns. Choose the door—storm or shine, leave it open when you cross that line. Choose the door—choose the door— then hold it. [Post-Chorus Chop] choose the door—choose the door—choose the door… [Verse 2] I met my fear at a diner booth, it stirred the coffee, asked for proof: “What makes you think you’re built to lead?” I tipped the cup and said, “the need.” Crowds don’t crown you just because— they clap for bridges someone was. If I wasn’t chosen, that’s alright— I’ll be the porch in the pouring night. [Pre-Chorus] Make a handle out of everything they doubt, pull the world in, breathing out. [Chorus] Choose the door—then hold it wide, for the kid you were and the ones who arrive. Choose the door—don’t beg the sign, paint your name where the light aligns. Choose the door—storm or shine, leave it open when you cross that line. Choose the door—choose the door— then hold it. [Bridge] (drums drop → synth swell) Call me foolish—fine, I’ll steer; faith is louder than the fear. Knuckles white on the wheel I made, open road in the lemonade shade. If they won’t lend me any stage, I’ll chalk a box in the street and play— pass the mic to the quiet kid, tell ’em, “come sing what you never did.” [Chorus – Lift] (gang claps enter) Choose the door—then hold it wide, for the kid you were and the ones who arrive. Choose the door—don’t beg the sign, paint your name where the light aligns. Choose the door—storm or shine, leave it open when you cross that line. Choose the door—choose the door— then hold it. (gang chant: “hold it! hold it!”) [Post-Chorus Chop – Extended] choose the door—choose the door—choose the door… (crowd hum under pads) [Outro] Idle engine, neon breath, hands on wood where hope was kept. If I’m not chosen, I still choose— I hold the door till others move. (engine idle, chorus hum fading)
