I caught the sunset in a frame
A copper glow without a name
The river bends in muddy lines
Where heavy willow water entwines
You hold the metal in your palm
The evening air is thick and calm
A heavy weight of polished gold
A secret story left untold
Oh the key that has no door
Waiting on the wooden floor
Guarding every breath of blue
Patiently waiting here for you
I snap a photo of the porch
The dying light a fading torch
The cypress knees are poking through
Drenched in a wash of velvet hue
Oh the key that has no door
Waiting on the wooden floor
Guarding every breath of blue
Patiently waiting here for you
Turn it left and turn it right
Searching for a lock tonight
Just a piece of heavy art
Tied to a lonely beating heart
The bus is humming down the road
I carry such a heavy load
My camera lens is cracked and grey
I watched the summer slip away
The bayou breathes a salty mist
A quiet kind of heavy twist
The metal cold against your skin
Where does the ending now begin
Oh the key that has no door
Waiting on the wooden floor
Guarding every breath of blue
Patiently waiting here for you
Just a key without a door
On the wooden porch floor.
