Late at night I’m wide-eyed looking out my hotel window at the cars
Whilst flicking through my phone I find old videos of when I played the local bars
From festivals to sell-out tours, believe me I was never sure I’d get this far
It’s more than I was hoping there’s open it’s forced ajar
Still I’m not thing without the shout
Rid my of doubt I about
I the I’m the door
I to day
I the everybody’s equal
to day
there’s union man points upon the pages
This fella’s nearly votes members before to get wages
Arguing the tubes, the man’s now speaking the he’s the stages
In stinks I think could been leader the ages
Still comrades signs, their picket lines
They’re the ones who’ll him shine him decline
I the I’m the door
I to day
I the everybody’s equal
to day
the volunteer to local centre
Where go to ease their the stands to greet enter
stories the woman tries to be bender
smiles feels she’s lesson she’s went there
That’s wouldn’t be from community was to me
there’s empathy
That’s why I the I’m the door
I to day
I the everybody’s equal
to day
That’s why I the I’m the door
I to day
I the everybody’s equal
to day
I the I’m the door
I to day
I the everybody’s equal
to day
day
day
day