I'm Open - Pearl Jam

A man lies in his bed in a room with no door
He waits hoping for a presence
Something anything to enter it
After spending half his life searching
He still feels as blank as the ceiling at which he stared
He's alive but feels absolutely nothing
So is he?
When he was six he believed that the moon overhead followed him
By nine he had deciphered the illusion
Trading magic for fact
And no tradebacks
So this is what it's like to be an adult
If he only knew now
What he knew then
I'm open...I'm open...
Come on in...come in...come in...come in...
I'm open...I'm open...
Come on in...come in...come in...come in...
Laying sideways atop crumpled sheets with no covers
He decides to dream
To dream up a new self
For himself