Swinging Door

I give up I'm tired of falling down Oh, how Could I stick around this town? In hiding where strangers all know my name Derided in anguish, ignored and shamed They're hearing both sides now Son, you let me down You really shouldn't talk so loud They're clearly hearing both sides now, oh You didn't make yourself this way So I may die waiting for you to understand It's easier to be holy than it is to be sane When you say you know me, it will cause great pain The swinging door Made an awful sound The stars They laugh behind the clouds over this town With violence in language, the children play They quietly languish, close their eyes and aim At both sides now Son, you let me down You really shouldn't act so proud They're clearly seeing both sides now, oh You didn't make yourself this way So I may die waiting for you to understand It's easier to be holy than it is to be sane When you say you know me, it will cause you pain A pain that will keep growing 'til it meets with the bone A pain that makes you shiver 'til you come back home