| Song | Another Door |
| Artist | Mike Gordon |
| Album | The Green Sparrow |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Swing around back, close your eyes, | |
| Slip down the chute, fantasize, | |
| About which way to go when you come back around, | |
| Get that you’re running but don’t touch the ground, | |
| Till’ you get to a spot where you might want to be, | |
| Might be above but could be beneath, | |
| Well if you keep out the past of what’s in store, | |
| Then you’ve come upon another door. | |
| You’ve got a lot to beg, | |
| Maybe just ramble on through, | |
| It aint like the ghost a flyin’, | |
| On past when the world is new, | |
| Nothing else seems like it did before, | |
| Then you’ve made it through another door. | |
| Now a new place, you’re running again, | |
| This time someone’s around the first bend, | |
| So you jump up and fly and try to get away, | |
| But the other brothers’ got the same tricks to play, | |
| Climbing up higher you land on a tower, | |
| And there’s one thing you find in the final hour, | |
| That you like flying tandem a whole lot more, | |
| And you coast through down to another door. | |
| You’ve got a lot to beg, | |
| Maybe just ramble on through, | |
| It aint like the ghost a flyin’, | |
| On past when the world is new, | |
| Nothing else seems like it did before, | |
| Then you’ve made it through another door. | |
| You run down the hill to someone’s yard, | |
| Went over a cliff, you're falling hard, | |
| The other fella is feet right behind, | |
| But you can’t look back and declare it a chance, | |
| Splash in the stream when you're running on stones, | |
| You start to think you might be running alone, | |
| You tunnel beneath but now you're sure, | |
| Because you told me you were standing by another door. | |
| You’ve got a lot to beg, | |
| Maybe just ramble on through, | |
| It aint like the ghost a flyin’, | |
| On past when the world is new, | |
| Nothing else seems like it did before, | |
| Then you’ve made it through another door. |
| Swing around back, close your eyes, | |
| Slip down the chute, fantasize, | |
| About which way to go when you come back around, | |
| Get that you' re running but don' t touch the ground, | |
| Till' you get to a spot where you might want to be, | |
| Might be above but could be beneath, | |
| Well if you keep out the past of what' s in store, | |
| Then you' ve come upon another door. | |
| You' ve got a lot to beg, | |
| Maybe just ramble on through, | |
| It aint like the ghost a flyin', | |
| On past when the world is new, | |
| Nothing else seems like it did before, | |
| Then you' ve made it through another door. | |
| Now a new place, you' re running again, | |
| This time someone' s around the first bend, | |
| So you jump up and fly and try to get away, | |
| But the other brothers' got the same tricks to play, | |
| Climbing up higher you land on a tower, | |
| And there' s one thing you find in the final hour, | |
| That you like flying tandem a whole lot more, | |
| And you coast through down to another door. | |
| You' ve got a lot to beg, | |
| Maybe just ramble on through, | |
| It aint like the ghost a flyin', | |
| On past when the world is new, | |
| Nothing else seems like it did before, | |
| Then you' ve made it through another door. | |
| You run down the hill to someone' s yard, | |
| Went over a cliff, you' re falling hard, | |
| The other fella is feet right behind, | |
| But you can' t look back and declare it a chance, | |
| Splash in the stream when you' re running on stones, | |
| You start to think you might be running alone, | |
| You tunnel beneath but now you' re sure, | |
| Because you told me you were standing by another door. | |
| You' ve got a lot to beg, | |
| Maybe just ramble on through, | |
| It aint like the ghost a flyin', | |
| On past when the world is new, | |
| Nothing else seems like it did before, | |
| Then you' ve made it through another door. |
| Swing around back, close your eyes, | |
| Slip down the chute, fantasize, | |
| About which way to go when you come back around, | |
| Get that you' re running but don' t touch the ground, | |
| Till' you get to a spot where you might want to be, | |
| Might be above but could be beneath, | |
| Well if you keep out the past of what' s in store, | |
| Then you' ve come upon another door. | |
| You' ve got a lot to beg, | |
| Maybe just ramble on through, | |
| It aint like the ghost a flyin', | |
| On past when the world is new, | |
| Nothing else seems like it did before, | |
| Then you' ve made it through another door. | |
| Now a new place, you' re running again, | |
| This time someone' s around the first bend, | |
| So you jump up and fly and try to get away, | |
| But the other brothers' got the same tricks to play, | |
| Climbing up higher you land on a tower, | |
| And there' s one thing you find in the final hour, | |
| That you like flying tandem a whole lot more, | |
| And you coast through down to another door. | |
| You' ve got a lot to beg, | |
| Maybe just ramble on through, | |
| It aint like the ghost a flyin', | |
| On past when the world is new, | |
| Nothing else seems like it did before, | |
| Then you' ve made it through another door. | |
| You run down the hill to someone' s yard, | |
| Went over a cliff, you' re falling hard, | |
| The other fella is feet right behind, | |
| But you can' t look back and declare it a chance, | |
| Splash in the stream when you' re running on stones, | |
| You start to think you might be running alone, | |
| You tunnel beneath but now you' re sure, | |
| Because you told me you were standing by another door. | |
| You' ve got a lot to beg, | |
| Maybe just ramble on through, | |
| It aint like the ghost a flyin', | |
| On past when the world is new, | |
| Nothing else seems like it did before, | |
| Then you' ve made it through another door. |