Open House Songtext
von Steve Forbert

Open house now for your fading heart,
Tell your ghost it′s time to hide;
Strangers won't know when to stop and start
Once they′ve fin'ly got inside.

Spir'ling staircase toward your dusty mind,
With crates and boxes and bags and trunks;
No one cares what tender dreams they′ll find,
All they′ll see up there is junk


With silver dollars from a ragdoll's ear
And merc′ry dimes for buttons, too,
And flutes and whistles only kids can hear
And peacock feathers green and blue.

Deep depression in a walnut grain,
Afternoons on rainy days;
Once it stacked up well in both your brains,
And now it's all some purple haze

With vandals picking locks and breaking doors
And smashing keepsakes all around;
Souvenirs of love and foreign shores
And scrapbook pages all unbound.


It′s open house now for your fading heart,
Tell your ghost it's time to hide;
Strangers won′t know when to stop and start
Once they've fin'ly got inside.