The Bluest Door
The circus found it's tents
And the clowns they all repent
While the devil holds the cue card
And the troubadours are sent
And we all want something more
What's behind the bluest door?
Well our bodies twitch and turn
And our desires always burn
And the devil holds us close
When will we ever learn
That we all want something more?
What's behind the bluest door?
Well the appetites are right
And your setting sun will rise
And she holds me by the hair
And I hold her by the thighs
And I look into her eyes
And we both want something more
What's behind the bluest door?
Well I drink it from a can
And she smokes it from a bag
And we both been losing sleep
Like a jet plane in the lag
And we're falling to the floor
What's behind the bluest door?
And the cancer robbed her looks
And the booze it stole his mind
And they linger in the mist
Never knowing what they'd find
If they'd just looked a little more
There behind the bluest door
Behind the bluest door
© 1996 & 2012, Allen Herndon (BMI).