Everyone is someone's unsung hero. It'd be easier to look out for somebody else but lucky for you, you've got them. Like a martyr who takes the blame, here's to your storm door.
Here’s to the storm door. It helps us inside when you random nights are thru.
We’re never shut in while we’re pushing you wide. Only looking at you just to see who’s outside.
Some nights our hands linger a moment too long. Then you watch us unlock someone else and we’re gone.
So here’s to the storm door, keeping us from life’s winters.
Built to protect, you’ll continue the same long after she’s taken another last name.
And better the next one who would take your place to feel the shift in this foundation,
the power of the rain.
Easier would it be to be a window, and welcome the day into a room?
No offence to the hall but it’s always a mess with worn jackets and shoes.
And at night you can feel drunken kicks at your knees
Make us wait while they wake from their sleep
You’re wire and screen. You can never been green. You know right where you happen to be.
Here’s to the storm door. It helps us inside when our random nights are thru.
We’re never shut in while we’re pushing you wide. Only looking at you just to see who’s outside.
Some nights you hands linger a moment too long.
Then you watch us unlock someone else then we’re gone.
Storm Door. Storm door.
Storm Door your metal skin’s slamming into a frame.
Storm Door, half your trouble is your window pain.
Storm Door, now you’re strapped to the wood like a martyr who’s taken the blame.
So here’s to the Storm Door.
