Jimmy Webb - Pocketful of Keys lyrics

He has one that locks the office And there's one that starts the big fine car That finds its way home He has two that fit the front-door locks And one that fits the mailbox But inside there's just a spider and He scuttles to the corner with his mysteries Cause he's frightened by the jangle of his pocketful of keys He has one that fits the cashbox And one unlocks the liquor bar And it finds its way down He has one that fits the study door And one unlocks the desk drawer And he touches all his letters and He sorts them all according to his memories To the icy clank and tinkle of his pocketful of keys There's a padlock on the garden gate There's a padlock on the hunting lodge There's a padlock on the his-and-her garage Amen He was a somber man Not inclined to telling her his mind And there's one that locks the pain up And one that keeps the hot tears in But they find their way out He has one that locks the best gin up And one that keeps his chin up And in shaky situations he Has learned a way by which he even locks his knees And he holds himself together with his pocketful of keys Yes, he holds himself together with his keys