The street is very wide. and I can't see across it. my house isn't clear to me. the cars move in between. . Chorus And I say: Question. when is a door not a door???. and I say: "That's not right!. answer when it's a jar. . The numbers soft as soap. and tend to bend in addition. they're much too wan for me. I'd prefer some consistancy. . Chorus. The windows open wide. but I can't see out of it. the view is not very there. some-times I look for it. . Chorus.