I know I ought to knock on doors; who doesn’t?
But I’m way too blind to see the door,
And far too stupid to realize that what I’m knocking on is a wall.

You don’t answer my knocks. Of course you don’t; why would you?
You would, of course, have answered a knock on the door,
But why; why would you answer my pathetic little knock on the wall?

You won’t. I know you never will.
But still, I keep knocking.
Even though I know you won’t answer.

You probably don’t even hear my knocks.
But I knock relentlessly. Of course I do!
I have nowhere else to go, no other place to knock.

And maybe, maybe
If I knocked on someone else’s wall, they’d answer.
Maybe, just maybe,
If I went to find someone as friendless as me, they would let me in.

But I don’t. Because I want YOU to be my friend.
No one else.
But that doesn’t change the fact that I can’t find the door into your life.

I’m knocking on one part of the wall after another,
Hoping, always hoping,
That someday, someday I’ll come across the door.
And praying, always praying
That you’ll answer that knock on that day, even if you don’t answer any other.