If you thought i didn't want more
Now i'm knocking at your red door
With my terry riley records
And a copy of still life with woodpecker
Thought perhaps you'd like to see me
Take the night off, make it easy
We could drive out to the country
Find someplace where we can run free
I'll wait as long as a boy can stand
Come out, come out with your heart in hand
I'm tired of wondering who you are
And who turns the knob on your blood red door
Once we've climbed up past the grapevine
We'll find a shady place to spend time
An apple orchard will do just fine
Your pendleton blanket and my box wine
I'll wait as long as a boy can stand
Come out, come out with your heart in hand
I'm tired of wondering who you are
And who holds the key to your blood red door