Wishing Chair - Three Doors lyrics

In a worn photograph On the table in the hall Proud and silent A monument to all They call my attention It's the look in their eyes They ask me to follow Down the stairs and to the right Three doors Though the chalkmarks have faded They still bear the signs Of hunger and danger Of standing in line A white and blue prayer shawl A black signet ring The hopes that they carried Was all they could bring Three doors A dream of America A place to live free To work hard and prosper To change history In a worn photograph on the table in the hall...