[Intro] [Heart] I've carried this thing for years. [Metal key jingles near microphone] Never opened anything with it. [Crowd Member] THROW IT AWAY! [Heart] See? That's why you're out there. [Crowd laughs] [Heart] Actually— You. Yeah, you laughing. Come here. [Woman] Me?! [Heart] You. Come on. [Crowd cheers] [Woman] I can't sing! [Heart] Perfect. Neither could we when we started. Come here. [Woman laughing nervously] Oh my God. [Heart] What's your name? [She answers away from microphone] [Heart] All right. You don't have to sing. Just stand here and make me look less lonely. [Crowd laughs] [Acoustic guitar begins] [Verse 1] Somebody gave me a key Said, "Keep it just in case" I asked what door it opened They smiled and walked away Carried it through every move Every room Every road Little piece of useless metal Getting smoother as I got old Never found the lock Never found the door Used to think that meant I carried something I didn't need anymore Then I started wondering Maybe usefulness ain't the only reason something stays Maybe some things ride beside you Without telling you what they're for along the way [Pre-Chorus] Some things open doors Some things mark the years Some things don't do anything Except remind you— you were here [Chorus] I never needed to use the key Still carried it all these years Never needed to use the key Never found what it was supposed to clear Maybe holding ain't the promise Maybe choosing is Knowing I could put it down And still saying— not yet [Instrumental] [Heart looks toward woman] [Heart] You know this part now. [Woman] No, I don't. [Heart] Neither do I. [Crowd laughs] [Heart] When I say, "I never needed—" You say, "the key." That's it. [Woman] That's stupid. [Heart] You're gonna fit in beautifully. [Crowd erupts] [Verse 2] Found out years later that old house came down Door and lock and everything Ain't even there now Held the key above a trash can Thought, "Well... there's the end." Put it back inside my pocket Kept walking with my friend Same thing happens with a promise Same thing happens with a name Sometimes circumstances disappear But something in you stays the same That don't mean you owe the past forever Don't mean leaving makes you wrong Sometimes keeping something means You decide what gets to travel on [Chorus] [Heart] I never needed— [Woman, nervous] THE KEY! [Crowd cheers] [Heart] See? [Woman laughs] [Heart] Again. I never needed— [Woman] THE KEY! [Heart] Still carried it all these years [Woman begins finding harmony] All these years... [Heart hears it] ... Do that again. [Woman] What? [Heart] That. Whatever you just did. [Woman] I don't know what I did! [Heart] GOOD. Do it again. [Band quietly follows] [Break] [Heart] I never needed to use the key— [Woman, tentative harmony] Use the key... [Heart] There. [Crowd cheers] [Woman laughs] [Heart] Don't look at them. Look at me. One more. [Bridge] [Heart] Maybe every key ain't made for turning [Woman] Maybe every door ain't meant to stay [She freezes] [Heart] Ohhh. Where'd THAT come from? [Crowd erupts] [Woman] I don't know! [Heart] Neither do we! Keep going! [Woman] Maybe what we carry isn't always what we need— [Heart] Maybe sometimes what we're carrying [Both] teaches us what we can leave [Band comes fully underneath them] [Final Chorus] [Heart] I never needed— [Woman] THE KEY! [Heart] Never needed— [Crowd] THE KEY! [Heart] Still carried it— [Woman] ALL THESE YEARS! [Heart] Till somebody I never met Walked up here and helped me hear— [Woman] Maybe the key wasn't for the door! [Heart stops playing] [Crowd explodes] [Heart] ... Well. Apparently it's her fucking song now. [Crowd laughter] [Acoustic returns] [Heart] I never needed to use the key [Woman harmonizing] Never needed the key... [Heart] Maybe that was never the point [Both] Some things stay until they teach you you still get to make the choice [Outro] [Crowd cheering] [Heart] You said you couldn't sing. [Woman] I can't! [Heart] Apparently nobody told the rest of us. [Crowd laughs] [Heart] You want the key? [Woman] No! [Heart] Good answer. [Key jingles] Still mine. For now.
