I'll sing you a song   How it might be to live in one house   With two different homes   Each of us unlock front doors of our own   Leading our two lives   In symmetry      The street has billowing trees on both sides   And our house      In the house with the two front doors   We exist side by side      Mornings, we wake from our own separate rooms   Each looking out on the same bright day   A bird perched on your sill   Singing his song   Will soon fly to my sill   And we'll sing along      Into the kitchen we fill up our cups   At the same time with   Our drippy faucets      Won't it be grand to know that   Someone else is stirring their tea?      In the house with the two front doors   We exist side by side      A game of checkers where nobody wins   Two separate games of solitaire   You on the front porch   And I on a swing   In this way, we live   So happily      Saying hello as we gather our mail   Going indoors   And smiling alone      What friendly neighbors we will prove to be   In our house      In the house with the two front doors   We exist side by side      The seasons pass and the trees lose their leaves   But our house, looking still and bright      Warming our fingers by the same stove   But you on your end and I on mine      Stepping outside and   Both wondering when   When will it ever be springtime   Ever again?      The streets are lined with piles of shining snow   Each of us walks through the cold      Into the house with the two front doors   We exist side by side      I do not know where this house is   The humble place to live with two front doors   The house with two front doors   The house with two front doors