Lyrics:
Keller Otto Jennings

One door opens, another one?s closin? If I fall, you?ll know which one I?ve chosen Maybe tomorrow we?ll be a little older Stick around, you?ll find

Maybe something I said Was just a little bit out of line And baby it was all in your head And we had a little too much wine Trouble with feeling

My baby wants to be a bell ringer He wants to sit outside a big store Smile at the people moving past him Spare change in the bucket for the poor,

Sandy, the hills of North Georgia They still look the same And Sandy, I know you?re sorry You?re livin? it every day I took some pictures for you

There are those who travel the world, in search of the secret to set them free Put all of their money to gambling, all of their time into ships at sea

The sun is sinking and darkness moves in Like eyelids of people and what might have been As the rain keeps on falling through dawn to midnight Its pleasure

Hold fast the wheel Though my eyes are lead astray Though the signposts drift away Though my heart says time to break Hold fast the wheel When anger

No Moon in Sight, cover of night Run toward the hills in the distance, keep out of sight Warm desert sand under my soles Books bound and sealed in leather

I thought that with enough love you would walk through the mirror I know you, I know your soul but I can?t set you free The chains that bind you are