Another Door - Carly Simon

Some destination

A footstep in the sand

Some indication

A truth to understand

I’m going hunting

To find it if I can

But it might be just an arrow

To still some other plan

Hidden meanings and love’s strange ways

Keep me looking for more and more

But all I find is that behind

Each new door is another door

Time’s printed pages

Words you won’t forget;

Go out and try to live them

You’ll be an angel yet

I’m going hunting

I think I’ll win the bet

But it might end up winning me sorrow

And leaving my soul in debt