Her heart
Was the most beautiful place
The only place
I would ever call home.

There's a front door
To the back door . . . of life
There's an upstairs
To fall down upon your past

We all are dreaming , scheming
Tyring to find a perfect life
One that's full of meaning , preening
That's devoid of strife

There's a front door
To the back door of life
There's an open window
To the closed minded lies

We are all driving way to fast
The day's become our demise
The future is just a thin piece of glass
You are the hammer in disguise

There's a front door
To the back door of life

Man of science,
Only sees what is there,
Wants to build the fence.

Man of religion,
Out of nothing sees everything,
Wants to envision the fence.

Man of philosophy,
Out of everything sees nothing,
Wants to sit on the fence.