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 bar stool, 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   And there's the door, and there's the door