Mark Stoermer - What Was In-between lyrics

On the doorstep don't know where I am Nowhere left to go On the doorstep I'm so tired Can't think anymore On the doorstep, no use in hiding Try and ring the bell On the doorstep, the lights are shining In this vacant hotel From the howl of the Baltic Sea To the Blue Mountain's silent plea Your unwelcome invitation I've carried with me On the doorstep, I can't fight it This flame's burning low On the doorstep, time is sliding For the last picture show From effervescing crowds of New Orleans To Atahaulpa's stoic retinue This needle on my compa** It pointed towards you Neon lights glowing from the bandstand Was it all a dream? An angry glare from fluorescent-damned-lamps What was in-between? Here I am clearing all the years of cob-webs On the doorstep On the doorstep lying silent Nobody's home On the doorstep, no longer frightened No need to post pone From the last bench of a city tram To the front seat of a limousine I have all but forgotten What was in-between What was in-between?