There's a Dream Wind Blowing

There's a dream wind blowing, I think I'm going out of my mind. There's another door to an empty room, and emptiness is all that I find. Then someone speaks, the telephone rings... these crazy thoughts crawl slow across the floor. Now, it's starting to rain, am I going insane? Is it time for me to find another door? Alone to face stone silence, I woke up with one sock on. Again, to walk across this cold, hard floor to find me another door to knock on.