Knocking On A Locked Door - Paul Gilbert

I’m tired of knocking on a locked door

Ain’t no handle, ain’t no key

Nothing but a locked door

Ain’t no window I can see

Ain’t no bell that I can ring

And the hinges, they just won’t swing

Keep on knocking on a locked door

Won’t you open it up for me?

I started knocking in the morning

The sun comes out

There are rules to crows

Knocking in the morning

And they’re gone now

He only knows

Well that girl

She won’t come out

Tell me what this is all about

I keep on knocking on a locked door

Won’t you open it up for me?

Wonder what I’m doing wrong

Why she make me wait so long?

And it’s so so cold outside

You can count the tears I cried

One, two, three, four, FOUL!

I’m tired of knocking at one!

I think I hear the key turning

But this is to bound six foot ten

Hear the key turning

Still I call her name again

He said that girl moved a week ago

Now she lives on the second floor

I’ve been knocking on the wrong door

Please accept my apologies

I’m gonna rock to 223

I hope she will open it up for me

Open it up for me

Will you just open it up for me?