Mary Crowell — City Of Doors lyrics

Come in. Come in!
Come into the City of Doors, of Doors.
Stick around the city; you have time to explore.
You can’t leave by the way you came in.

Come in. Come in!
Come into the City of Doors, of Doors.
Saints rubbin’ shoulders with the lowest of whores.
They can’t leave by the way they came in.

If you crack a door open who knows where you’ll be?
With your best friend or your worst enemy?
Sooner or later you may find your Connect.
It’s in the place that you least expect, so

Come in. Come in!
Come into the City of Doors, of Doors.
Dark angels winkin’ while the beggars implore.
They can’t leave by the way they came in.

[Instrumental]

There’s a little old man a-keeps watch with a drum,
Plays it all day, and he plays with his thumb.
‘Searching; he’s looking for the door to go home.
Now it’s the place he’s content to roam. So,

Come in. Come in!
Come into the City of Doors, of Doors.
You’ve traveled farther than you’ve ever before.
You can’t leave by the way you came in.

[Instrumental]

When the little old man a'wonderin down here,
‘Found our fine bar, and he
Ordered a beer.
Sang us a song and said his
Name was Bernard.
‘Smiled as he tipped; then he
Gave his card. So,

Come in. Come in!
Come into the City of Doors, of Doors.
You listen close! He’s a master of lore.
He can’t leave by the way he came in.

Come in. Come in!
Come into the City of Doors, of Doors.
Stick around the city; you have time to explore.
You can’t leave by the way you came in.
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