Revolving Doors
Emily Picha Lyrics

You've got this little fantasy
You have an idea in your mind

involving a revolving door
that is related to a revolving door

You've got no itch for the train tracks
You are not interested in train tracks

You ask me what that suitcase is for
You want to know the purpose of the suitcase

And I can feel the earth in your eyes
I can sense the emotion in your eyes

when they look upon me
when you look at me

I wish I could stay rooted under these open skies
I wish I could stay in one place and enjoy the open skies

but I like the way the earth moves me.
But I enjoy traveling and seeing new places

Do you remember sweet Saginaw
Do you remember Saginaw, which was sweet to you

your first ride on a train
your first experience of traveling by train

with your head out the window
with your head outside the window

and your timid little tongue
and your shy little speech

just tasting the rain
just feeling the raindrops with your tongue

and your feet tapping the toerest
and your feet tapping the toe-rest

this is the rhythm I began to live with
this is the rhythm that became a part of my life

and there were no superhero powers
and there were no superhuman abilities

and no mind control games
and no attempts to control your mind

it was just your eyes in the morning
it was simply your eyes in the morning

and their warm save gleam
and the warmth and brightness they emitted

I have been blessed.
I have been fortunate

My penny jar gets me just south of Charleston
I have enough money saved to travel just south of Charleston

where the cabbie drops me off at the curb
where the taxi driver drops me off at the side of the road

he says I could get you all the way to New York
he tells me that I could travel all the way to New York

if you had the money and a little nerve
if only I had enough money and courage

But the phone booth is singing me a song
But the telephone booth is calling out to me

and I am sailing away
and I am traveling away

I say I know I will get farther
I know that I will travel far

but probably not today
but not today

And I see a seagull
I notice a seagull

in ruins on the sidewalk
lying on the sidewalk in pieces

his feathers are all cloggin up the drainway
his feathers are blocking the drain

all white and wet and lost
soaked and helpless and lonely

but this is no signal
but this is not a sign

yes i've seen it all before
yes, I've witnessed similar things in the past

my body's screaming for your tidepool
I long for the comfort you provide

but ah the skyline, the open door
but the skyline and the opportunity to travel appeal to me

You know I still get your letters
You are aware I still receive your letters

the ones with the lingering women
those that talk about women who linger around you

but the empty home
but the loneliness of the home

and I know I can fill up those spaces
and I know I can fill those empty spaces

but right now I'm better off alone
but for now, it is better for me to be alone

because I am just your kind of woman
because I am your type of woman

I am just your kind of girl
I am your type of girl

I just wanted to tear open the porthole
I just wanted to open the window

I wanted to see the world
I wanted to travel the world

I have been blessed.
I have been fortunate