Door's Open

Well I left my sweater in Brooklyn

Like I left my flannel in Shushan

And I was drinking a Pabst Blue Ribbon

Like a Genny down at the old station

Door's open and I'm not leaving

The cigarette smoke I'm breathing

Door's open and I'm not leaving

There's a fire but I'm still freezing

I could take the midtown bus

But I'd rather my pickup truck

An old white custom deluxe

The only one I can trust

And it's cold

I'm not leaving

And it's cold

I'm not leaving

Door's open and I'm not leaving

The cigarette smoke I'm breathing

Door's open and I'm not leaving

There's a fire but I'm still freezing

And it's cold

I'm not leaving

And it's cold

I'm not leaving

And it's cold

I'm not leaving

And it's cold

I'm not leaving