Locked up but the door's open Prison's cosy; familiar territory Rules, duties, obligations; noted Bed by the window, view is great I see an inmate unlike myself The walls of their cell; a different colour paint My warden seems pretty nice, gets me everything I like Promised to take care of me, if I stay inside these walls The door's open; I'm locked up So I keep busy, I read books Toy with these gifts, spy on my neighbour; the tree Her leaves blow in the wind; I smile. I've been in here all my life, that's a long time Sometimes I'd like to go outside, see what it's like Go through the open door; sit under my neighbour's shade The warden won't let me, says it's not wise Chains my arm to the bed and snuffs out my light Knows that I'm afraid of the dark; I'll scream all night Leaves the key at my bedside and the torch by my window Says I have one choice; light the torch so I don't lose my voice Or unshackle myself and run into the moonlit night The warden smiles, walking out the door Shouting goodnight and I'll see you tomorrow Even though we both know; this door's open wide.
