The Nearest Door Songtext
von Robin Grey

I am the only warm body here
Let me alone with my pen

We′d like to consider the future
Will there be birds? Will there be bees?
Will there be grass?
When all this progress has come to pass
Will we still call each other James or John?

I am the only one still awake
All of the thinkers are sleeping
Chained to their waking spells


Tell me one thing, then one thing more
Bow down your head
And exit the room via the nearest door
That leads us back to the din of this enormous town

Turn out the light and come to bed
I see your head, I hear your heart
And they both crave sleep

Will there be peace? Will there be love?
Will there be moments when the sky
Is freed of the omens that others leave?
A racing by day and by night