Red Door

If you thought i didn't want more Now i'm knocking at your red door With my terry riley records And a copy of still life with woodpecker Thought perhaps you'd like to see me Take the night off, make it easy We could drive out to the country Find someplace where we can run free I'll wait as long as a boy can stand Come out, come out with your heart in hand I'm tired of wondering who you are And who turns the knob on your blood red door Once we've climbed up past the grapevine We'll find a shady place to spend time An apple orchard will do just fine Your pendleton blanket and my box wine I'll wait as long as a boy can stand Come out, come out with your heart in hand I'm tired of wondering who you are And who holds the key to your blood red door