My Front Door

(K. Grimwood/E. Idlet)
The trees are only cardboard
The leaves are full of paint
There's a riot in the cornfields by the silo
Crows are on the tightrope
The cars a wash of rain
While the fences fold like hands around the land
Past old folks on the front porch
With babies on their knees
The dogs upon the dash begin to sing;
And each moment brings me closer
And before the night is over
I will open my front door
There's a silence from the squad car
Sirens on the street
I hear music from the neon-lighted doorway;
Sweet comfort in the cottage
There's a pillow for my head
With foggy dreams of macramé tattoos
But nothing can deter me
There's an anvil in my shoe
The coffee in my brain begins to sing
And each moment brings me closer
And before the night is over
I will open my front door
All roads lead to my house
Even roads I've never known
And when I'm backing out my driveway
I'm just taking the scenic route home
Well, the grass is getting greener
I'm on the other side
Bridges crossed like Ts are all behind me;
I'm bringing home the bacon
Not baby bumblebees
I bow and take an exit down my street
The rain is gently falling
I see the front porch light
The keys in my ignition start to sing
And each moment brings me closer
And before the night is over
I will open my front door