I like to keep the door open
To remember it’s there when I’m lonely

Late in the night I imagine what it would be like
If I took those first steps through

Just to pretend I know an impossibility
Leaning in close enough to see

Without ever leaving reality
But I won’t ever step a single foot through

Because I’m not always lonely
And you are never going to be there

At the start of every coming day
The only one I’m thinking about is me.