Track 1 of the album Paper Moon Rent · 2011
Spare Key Under the Flowerpot
“A key under a flowerpot is the most honest kind of welcome there is. I wanted the record to start by leaving the door open for you.”
jazz ballad · cosy jazz · supper-club · 3:47
Lyrics
There's a key beneath the flowerpot By the old green door It's been there since the winter Of nineteen eighty-four I never told a soul about it Only you and me You'll know where to find it When the night is hard to see Spare key under the flowerpot Come in when you're cold Spare key under the flowerpot You never have to knock or be told The kettle's on, the lamp is low The chair is yours to keep Spare key under the flowerpot Come in and rest and sleep Years go by and the geraniums Grow a little wild The paint is peeling slowly But the welcome stays the child I hear the footsteps on the porch I hear the turning lock And my heart says, thank the heavens It's you at half past ten o'clock Spare key under the flowerpot Come in when you're cold Spare key under the flowerpot You never have to knock or be told The kettle's on, the lamp is low The chair is yours to keep Spare key under the flowerpot Come in and rest and sleep Some people build a fortress Some people build a wall I keep a key and a little hope For when you come to call So if you're ever weary And the whole wide world is wrong Come find the pot beside the step And hum my kind of song I'll leave the porch light burning I'll leave the door unbarred A key beneath the flowerpot And a warm and open yard Spare key under the flowerpot Come in when you're cold Spare key under the flowerpot You never have to knock or be told The kettle's on, the lamp is low The chair is yours to keep Spare key under the flowerpot Come in and rest and sleep