Track 3 of the album Two Mugs · 2017
Hand Me the Keys, I'm Free
“For everybody who finally walked out of the office door. Posy wrote the second verse.”
xinyao · retirement singalong · bright folk-pop · 2:28
Lyrics
Forty years of Monday mornings Same old tie and same old train Today I hand in all my paperwork And walk out into the rain They gave me a clock with my name engraved And a cake with a candle or two I'm eating the cake on the front step slowly With nothing I have to do Hand me the keys, I'm free To the garden, the hills, the sea No alarm clock, no tick of the hour Just the sun and a cup of tea Hand me the keys, I'm free To wander wherever I please I've earned this long and lovely afternoon And I'm taking it, slow and with ease I'll learn to play that old guitar The one that gathered dust I'll write you letters, make strange soup And travel because I must It wasn't always easy And I loved the work I did But there's a joy in closing doors And opening the lid Hand me the keys, I'm free To the garden, the hills, the sea No alarm clock, no tick of the hour Just the sun and a cup of tea Hand me the keys, I'm free To wander wherever I please I've earned this long and lovely afternoon And I'm taking it, slow and with ease Hand me the keys, I'm free Sing it with me