Out here on the Wrong Side Of The DoorOut here on the Wrong Side Of The DoorJust a dog out in the rainNo one inside knows my painOut here on the Wrong Side Of The DoorWet and cold and easy to ignoreWet and cold and easy to ignoreIf I’d turn and walk awayI’d get over you some dayNot see it as the Wrong Side Of The DoorDon’t know why I stay here anymoreDon’t know why I stay here anymoreI could end up anywhereWho would notice, who would care?I’d still be on the Wrong Side Of The DoorLiving on the Wrong Side Of The DoorLiving on the Wrong Side Of The DoorIf I could get up and goI don’t think you’d even knowI’m always on the Wrong Side Of The DoorBoth sides are the Wrong Side Of The DoorBoth sides are the Wrong Side Of The DoorI get used to feeling badAnd forget the things I hadI’ve learned to love the Wrong Side Of The Door