Lyric

Who do you go around with the world trip

Aboard on a cold winter day?

I guess she would hand me a hot sunny coffee

In a red hot red canteen

I would be gone and the world is spinning

As it always do in this town

She'd hand me a canteen and wave her hands

In a cold winter air

Hold myself, but I’m going away

I feel like knocking on the white door forever

Again and again and again

I guess I’m knocking on the white door

Forever, evermore

Like our globe that is going around

We must be spinning around

The world is going faster than we imagine

Around and around

Hold myself, but I’m going

Hold myself, but I’m going

Hold myself, and I’m going away

I guess I'm knocking on the white door forever

Again and again and again

I see me knocking on the white door

Striking hard, being the most abraded

See me knocking on the white door

Forever, again and again and again

I see you knocking on the white door

Striking hard, being another abraded

I’m knocking on the white door