Doors & Corridors - Clare Bowen

Little red door on a pink house

Two bedrooms and four walls

Modest don’t quite sum it up

Green lino on the floor

Mom and dad hand in hand

And the tree I used to climb

On the bluff of Stanwell Park

Where the ocean meets the sky

Oh, I keep turning pages in my mind

I keep crossing paths and crossing lines

And I saw more

Than these doors and corridors

We’d go wandering with the dinosaurs

Singing with the whales

High on daddy’s shoulders

Grandpa’d tell us tales

Of whiskey faces, secret places

Where we could run and hide

We found a window to a world

That wasn’t my shape or my size

When I keep turning pages in my mind

I keep crossing paths and crossing lines

And I saw more

Than these doors and corridors

If I could say the words, I couldn’t

If I could change a thing, I wouldn’t

All of these doors and corridors

They brought me right here

Little white room with a blue light

Cold hands and paper cups

Snowflakes hope in hell they said

The only way is up

We said goodbye a thousand times

See you on the other side

Between this world and the next

A shallow breath a beating life

But I kept turning pages in my mind

I kept crossing paths and crossing lines

And I saw more

Than these doors and corridors

Ooh, if I could say the words, I couldn’t

If I could change a thing, I wouldn’t

All of these doors and corridors

They brought me right here

I could have folded, but, I didn’t

I played the hand that I was given

They left me wanting so much more

And I’m gonna find them all I’m sure

Oh, I owe it all

To these doors and corridors