Doors

This is a song all about doors
Big doors
Very big doors
Doors you open to get to places
You never know what adventures await
Behind all the doors you open
In the course of your life
I hope I live long enough to open many doors to happy places
But eventually, my doors will be numbered
This song asks the question:
What will be the last door I'll ever open?

I've opened doors with a mischievous smile
And a present
In my pocket
I've opened doors with a tear in my eye
And all my belongings packed
I've opened doors to life-changin' events
And knowledge that was a boon
I've opened doors to workplaces of boredom
And I need a good job, soon

I've opened doors to escape
From people who were drunk and mad
I've closed doors
To get intimate
With girlfriends who were naughty, not bad

Will I open all the right doors
In my time here on Earth?
Will I help others out
And achieve what I'm worth?
Where will my life take me?
Will I get to grow old?
And where will I be
On my final days?
What will be the last door I'll ever open?

I've opened doors to see baby girls and boys
Who'd just been born
I've opened doors to give and receive shelter
From the worst of storms
I've opened doors to find comfort
And give comfort to people crying
I've opened doors to visit people who were
Frail and dying

How many doors will I open
For people and animals through my good deeds?
How many doors will open up for me
If I'm out of luck and in need?

Will I open all the right doors
In my time here on Earth?
Will I help others out
And achieve what I'm worth?
Where will my life take me?
Will I get to grow old?
And where will I be
On my final days?
Will I go quick and painfree
Or suffer massively?
Will my parts get donated, like I want them to be?
What'll be the last road I walk?
The last person I hear talk?
The last window I gaze through?
The last thing I do?
What will be the last door I'll ever open?

Maybe it'll be a car door
And I'll crash into a tree and get decapitated