This Lock This Key
Yes the newly found key Does hang around my peaceful neck But my shaking hands can’t grip No I’ve never had to use it before
Yes the newly found key Does hang around my peaceful neck But my shaking hands can’t grip No I’ve never had to use it before
The car’s all packed up and ready to go That cold grey highway won’t let me alone The ice on the stares of the people
I concentrate hard on the soles of my shoes As the phone rings and rings Waiting to hook up with you Waiting for anything But