Back Door Man

Sarah McLachlan

You open your eyes, look around 
You feel the earth it wanders 
Out, from under your feet the ground 
Is not firm but soft and weak 
Like skin under the touch 
Cannot stop to falter 
Now, the damage is done the certainties gone 
The spirits altered 
And now the angry morning 
Gives the early signs of warning 
You must face alone the plans you make 
Decision they will try to break 
Our hands are tied on the table 
Maybe you can try at the back door man 
While the helpless line up on the doorsteps 
'Cause it's all they can do to try to get through 
All of your life you've lived in a world as pure 
As eden's sixth day 
Now all you've been allowed is taken away 
They will not let you be so proud 
You have felt the fear growing inside 
Protest follows far and wide 
They'll see how long it will take 'till you fall 
From so much denied 
Your soul 
It aches relentless from the fear 
that they will never guess 
So unfair that they can make you feel so small 
And the fear you know is real 
Our hands are tied on the table 
Maybe you can try at the back door man 
While the helpless line up on the doorsteps 
'Cause it's all they can do to try to get through 
'Cause it's all they can do to try to get through