The Key Beneath the Floorboard

Lyrics

I turned out every pocket in the hall
Coat and coat again, and found no key
The house stood patient in the evening light
And all my hurry sounded foolish to me

So I sat down upon the porch step slow
The garden hummed its old familiar tune
I thought of all the doors I've locked and left
And all the rooms I never walked back to

Maybe what I lost was never made of brass
Maybe it was only time to pause
The key is in the quiet, in the waiting
The key is in the letting go of all

Then a memory, a loose and lifted board
My father's hiding place beneath the stair
A little rusted promise wrapped in cloth
Still keeping what we thought no one would care

Maybe what I lost was never made of brass
Maybe it was only time to pause
The key is in the quiet, in the waiting
The key is in the letting go of all

Turn it softly, let the old lock sigh
Every hinge remembers who came home
Light fall gently down the hallway floor
I was never really locked outside alone

Now what I found was more than rust and brass
It was the gift of stopping for a while
The key is in the quiet, in the waiting
And home is where I'm welcomed with a smile

The door swings open, slow and kind
The door swings open, slow and kind