i wandered in round midnight like i ve done so many times she was sittin at the table there were no tears in her eyes it seemed so much unlike her to be so much at ease she took a sip of coffee and softly said to me there s the mantle where we keep our wedding picture there s the bedroom where we make both love and war and there s the ring that keeps on slipping off your finger there s no reason we should go on anymore and there s the door so i m back here on this barstool my whole world gone to hell behind the bottles there s a mirror where a fool can see himself if i was the man i should be and not the one i am i would go back there this minute and beg for one more chance there s the jukebox where i wasted all those quarters oh there s a lady trying to get me out on the floor and there s a chance the one i love would still forgive me it s a step that i just never took before there s the door there s the door 