I wandered in around midnight 

Like I've done so many times

She was sittin' at the table 

There were no tears in her eyes

It seemed so much unlike her 

To be so much at ease

She took a sip of coffee 

And softly said to me



"There's the mantle where 

We keep our wedding picture

There's the bedroom where 

We make both love and war

And there's the ring that keeps 

On slipping off your finger

There's no reason we should go on 

Anymore and there's the door"



So I'm back here on this bar stool, 

My whole world gone to hel

Behind the bottles there's a mirror 

Where a fool can see himself

If I was the man I should be 

And not the one I am

I would go back there this minute 

And beg for one more chance



There's the jukebox 

Where I wasted all those quarters

Oh, there's a lady trying to 

Get me out on the floor

And there's a chance the one I love 

Would still forgive me

It's a step that I just never took before 

There's the door



There's the door...