My Front Door

Sure must be lonesome, out there on the road

Where friends forget what friends are for

Let me remind you, you're never alone

It's time to get yourself back to my front door

 

Cold nights are colder when you're on your own

Seems every time it rains, it pours

Don't send a letter, don't pick up the phone

Just put your feet on the path to my front door

 

Midnight, or quarter to three

In wind, sleet, or snow

Makes no difference to me

Just wipe your feet, and pull up a seat

 

Case you've forgotten what you're looking for

Cheer up, swallow your pride

Thumb out, start hitching a ride

Get your, fool self inside of

My front door

 

Don't let the screen hit you on your way in

Come on, you gotta be tired

Toss your socks in the dryer

Throw another log on the fire

And close the door

My old front door

That old front door