He walks in a room and the whole room turns
There’s a current that flows and the lighting burns
Brighter wherever he happens to stand
Like God gave the man a specific hand
Of cards that the rest of us never got dealt
The face that opens doors and I know how it felt
The face that opens doors mine stays shut
The face that opens doors cutting my gut
He gets the table he gets the job
The face that opens doors and I get the sob
Of realizing the playing field ain’t ever been flat
The face that opens doors and I live with that
I’m not ugly I’m not hard on the eyes
But I’m ordinary in every sunrise
And that ordinary adds up to the back
Of every line every room every track
That leads to the thing I’ve been working to get
The face that opens doors never opened for me yet
They say it ain’t fair and they’re absolutely right
But fair is a word that don’t live in this fight
The world runs on beauty like it runs on gold
And I’ve been working with copper since I was told
I was handsome enough which I knew meant second
The face that opens doors never beckoned