I wandered in around midnight

Like I've done so many times

She was sittin' at the table

There were no tears in her eyes

It seemed so much unlike her

To be so much at ease

She took a sip of coffee

And softly said to me



"There's the mantle where

We keep our wedding picture

There's the bedroom where

We make both love and war

And there's the ring that keeps

On slipping off your finger

There's no reason we should go on

Anymore and there's the door"



So I'm back here on this bar stool,

My whole world gone to hel

Behind the bottles there's a mirror

Where a fool can see himself

If I was the man I should be

And not the one I am

I would go back there this minute

And beg for one more chance



There's the jukebox

Where I wasted all those quarters

Oh, there's a lady trying to

Get me out on the floor

And there's a chance the one I love

Would still forgive me

It's a step that I just never took before

There's the door



There's the door...