The Farewell Bend - Open Door Policy

I guess I know what you was waiting for
Open up that door
I got an open-door policy
But keep that fucker away from me

Put your hands on the steering wheel
Goes out of tune, knows how I feel
The fulfilled, and the unfulfilled

Tell me what you want and I’ll make it go
Heaven sent it but now it’s way too slow

I aspire for more than this, more than this
A fulfilled day I often miss, often miss