4th century BC
Plato
- Idealism — forms over particulars
- The Republic ethic: “God is not the author of evil”
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Beige apartment, ordinary street
Somebody's bike chained to the stairs
I fixed my face and did the math
The lonely kind, no crowd up there
He opened up a half a second in
Fold creases still in his shirt
I clocked him harmless in a heartbeat
One more hour, nobody gets hurt
[Verse 2]
He'd cleaned the place like company was royalty
Vacuum lines across the floor
A grocery candle doing its earnest best
A pasta recipe he wasn't sure about, for sure
His buddy said relax, I set it up
She'll come right to the door, that's how it's done
He thought I was a blind date being witty
I thought he was a client being fun
[Chorus]
Two worlds in one doorway
A yard apart, a mile between
He agreed to my joke, I agreed to his terms
And neither of us saw the in-between
I came to the wrong door
Paid for and on the clock
Funny how the wrong door
Was the only door that God unlocked
[Verse 3]
Nobody ever made me dinner
Men did a lot of things instead
He asked me questions like the answers mattered
And listened to every word I said
I kept waiting on the hand, the leer
The moment nice runs out of nice
I sat there with my heart down in a crouch
Adding up the price
[Chorus]
Two worlds in one doorway
A yard apart, a mile between
He was hoping I liked pasta
I was reading the machine
I came to the wrong door
Painted on and bought
Funny how the wrong door
Was the rescue no one thought
[Bridge]
And when the night was supposed to turn
The way the nights all turned before
He clapped his hands onto his knees and said
Do you maybe want a movie? I said... sure
Five hours of Pride and Prejudice
Because he found it hopeful, he found it true
Two people getting each other wrong
Slowly learning to see it through
[Final Chorus]
Two worlds in one doorway
And only Heaven saw the whole
A joke on a birthday
Aimed dead-center at my soul
I came to the wrong door
It never was a game
The wrong door was the right door
I've been home since the day I came
[Outro]
It was never the wrong door.
It was never even close.
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