Name Above the Door

Name above the door

I signed the back of every sketch
Then turned it to the wall
Practiced in the laundry room
So nobody heard it all
Now the showcase hallway's buzzing
Printed names on every door
Mine's a strip of tape in marker
That wasn't there before

I can feel my fingers shaking
But I'm opening the door

Name above the door
Mine where you can see
Name above the door
No more hiding me

Oh, it's me
(It's me)

Stage manager calls it, five minutes to go
Headset, clipboard, lights down low
I see the girl beside the curtain
With her pages folded small
Same shaking hands I had last winter
Same back pressed against the wall
I move over on the riser
Tell her there's room for us all

I can feel my fingers shaking
But I'm opening the door

Name above the door
Mine where you can see
Name above the door
No more hiding me

Uncap the marker
Ask her how it's spelled
Write it next to mine
Two names on the door this time

Name above the door
Mine where you can see
Names above the door
No more hiding, see

Name above the door
Ours where you can see