Key Ring Full of Old Doors

Lyrics

Key ring on the table, it's heavy with years
Every little piece of metal got a story, got tears
Brass one for the walk-up on One-Forty-Third
Silver one for the job where I never said a word
Tiny one for the locker from the eighth grade run
Rusted one for the car that I sold for a ton
Can't throw a single one in the trash, no way
Each one opens a room that I still hold today

Jingle, jingle, hear the past
Every lock I opened, none of them last

Key ring full of old doors
Rooms I don't live in, but I keep the score
Every little tooth is a memory cut
Every little turn is a road I shut
Key ring full of old doors
Carrying the weight of the days before
Some of them don't fit, but I hold them tight
Cause the ones that I lost made me who I am tonight

Grandma's front door key, the one with the green tape
I still hold it up, though the house changed shape
Sold it in the spring to a family I don't know
But I hear her kitchen when the jingles go
Old girlfriend's apartment, I should've given it back
Funny how a tiny key can start an attack
Of laughing and missing and wishing all at once
Minor chords in my pocket, major love for the months

Jingle, jingle, hear the past
Every lock I opened, none of them last

Key ring full of old doors
Rooms I don't live in, but I keep the score
Every little tooth is a memory cut
Every little turn is a road I shut
Key ring full of old doors
Carrying the weight of the days before
Some of them don't fit, but I hold them tight
Cause the ones that I lost made me who I am tonight

Now there's a brand new key, shiny, sharp, and clean
For a door that's mine, first one I've seen
Hang it on the ring with the rest of the crew
Old and new together, that's the view
I won't throw the past out, I'll make some room
Weaving all the doors into a bloom
Next time I'm stuck, I'll just listen to the ring
Every door I opened taught me how to sing

Doors close, doors open, that's the song
Keys keep the rhythm all night long
I don't need to open them, just feel the weight
Heavy pockets, heart's still great

Key ring full of old doors
Rooms I don't live in, but I keep the score
Every little tooth is a memory cut
Every little turn is a road I shut
Key ring full of old doors
Carrying the weight of the days before
Some of them don't fit, but I hold them tight
Cause the ones that I lost made me who I am tonight

Old doors, old doors
Jingle in my pocket, I'm at home once more