Every Doorway Open Wide
A soaring Americana ballad about a lone technician crossing a mountain pass turns the drive itself into the point: care that can't reach a place isn't care yet.
The stories behind Every Doorway Open Wide
- Every Doorway Open Wide Is About the Miles Before the Fix — A soaring Americana ballad about a lone technician crossing a mountain pass turns the drive itself into the point: care that can't reach a place isn't care yet.
Lyrics
Before the sun touched the mountain pass
He checked the case and counted every glass
A meter, a wrench, a roll of wire
And one more hope than the road required
The tires found their grip on the stone
The signal faded then was gone
But somewhere past the frozen bed
A waiting room still needed him
Let every doorway open wide
Let healing cross the distance line
From crowded towns to riches, babe
Care belongs to everyone there
If once more I can reach this far
No place is lost,
no people lost.
Cold air cut clean through his borrowed coat.
The engine coughed as the cliffs rose close.
Below
Above the clouds gave way to view
At the clinic gate the staff stood near
painted hall To the silent machine against the wall
No perfect bench, no spare supply
Just steady hands and a watchful eye
He traced each fault, he checked each lip
And wrote the safest path to what they need
Let every doorway open wide
Let healing cross the distance line
From crowded towns to ridges there
Care belongs to everyone there
If one small eye can reach this far
No place is lost,
no people lie
He would not force what could not hold
Or trade tomorrow for a fix today
They marked the parts, explained the plan
And built a bridge with what they had
Then one green signal crossed the screen
A measured breath,
a steady beam The room grew still
Then filled with sound, the proof was safe
The fault was found
Let every doorway open wide
Let healing cross the distance line
Through snow -bound roads and thinner air
Care belongs to everyone there
If once more I can reach this far
no place is lost
No people lost
No place is lost
No people lost
He drove back down as morning spread
With mountain winds still in his head
And left behind a working sign
A promise kept beyond
the line
