Swinging Door

I give up
I'm tired of falling down
Oh, how
Could I stick around this town?

In hiding where strangers all know my name
Derided in anguish, ignored and shamed

They're hearing both sides now
Son, you let me down
You really shouldn't talk so loud
They're clearly hearing both sides now, oh

You didn't make yourself this way
So I may die waiting for you to understand
It's easier to be holy than it is to be sane
When you say you know me, it will cause great pain

The swinging door
Made an awful sound
The stars
They laugh behind the clouds over this town

With violence in language, the children play
They quietly languish, close their eyes and aim

At both sides now
Son, you let me down
You really shouldn't act so proud
They're clearly seeing both sides now, oh

You didn't make yourself this way
So I may die waiting for you to understand
It's easier to be holy than it is to be sane
When you say you know me, it will cause you pain
A pain that will keep growing 'til it meets with the bone
A pain that makes you shiver 'til you come back home