Your key is in my ashtray Beside two quarters and a screw Been riding there for three weeks Like I still got something to do I passed your street on Tuesday Kept both hands on the wheel Funny how a piece of metal Can make an old mistake feel real I'll leave the key Under the flowerpot Where you told me years ago No knock on the door No last little speech Nothing you don't already know I'll leave the key And take what I brought A shirt, a box, a little regret Under the flowerpot That's as close to goodbye As I'm gonna get Your neighbor's dog still knows me He'll bark until I say his name The porch board by the railing Still leans a little to the same I won't look through the window I won't count what's disappeared Some things get easier with distance Some just get easier to carry I'll leave the key Under the flowerpot Where you told me years ago No knock on the door No last little speech Nothing you don't already know I'll leave the key And take what I brought A shirt, a box, a little regret Under the flowerpot That's as close to goodbye As I'm gonna get I used to think goodbye Had to sound like something Turns out sometimes It just clicks against the concrete I left the key Under the flowerpot And stood there longer than I planned No light came on No curtain moved No reason left to understand I left the key And walked to the truck Didn't turn around when I left Under the flowerpot That's all of us That's all that's left No knock No note No second guess Just the key And nothing else
