My blissful car ride ends on the corner of the street
My teachers smiles as she tells me we're going to meet
The mysterious aunt I've never met who lives on Elmwood Street
What's behind the door?
A gigantic blue pool with a great blue whale?
Or will the walls and ceiling be infested with snail?
Will it be lit by lightbulb, torchlight, or nothing at all
Is there a bottomless pit in the hall, into which I'm meant to fall?
What's behind that smile?
A bedroom where I can defy gravity
Or where I'm weighed down at the ankles by my past depravity?
Will I served food that is good, tasteless, or will it be nothing at all?
Is there a bottomless pit in the hall into which I must fall?
Well, there's no way to know the truth except for trust
This is both a brave and kind thing, because where I go, no one will know...
And so I knock on the door.