Cold stone press against my side
Under where the taxis glide
Winter ice is biting deep
While the city falls asleep
Heels click fast on frozen grit
Wait for luck to make a hit
One wrong turn and then I fall
Down beside the alley wall
I am a key with no door
Lying on a dirty floor
Gold in shade and cut in steel
Waiting for a lucky feel
Diesel smoke is thick and grey
Drivers chase the light of day
Boot heels kick my golden face
In this lonely parking space
Heels click fast on frozen grit
Wait for luck to make a hit
One wrong turn and then I fall
Down beside the alley wall
I am a key with no door
Lying on a dirty floor
Gold in shade and cut in steel
Waiting for a lucky feel
Old man in a woolly coat
Bitter winter in his throat
He looks down but walks on by
Underneath a charcoal sky
I am a key with no door
Lying on a dirty floor
Gold in shade and cut in steel
Waiting for a lucky feel
Rust is eating at my spine
Crossing over every line
I remember locks and heat
Now I'm just a piece of street
I am a key with no door
Lying on a dirty floor
Gold in shade and cut in steel
Waiting for a lucky feel
Just a piece of cold brass.
Left behind in the ice.