We hauled him off the trailer
Our first summer day in the lone star state
She drove me hot and humid
Sweaty palms I held on to the sidearm
Placed him carefully down on the floorboards
With a helping hand
I played every song I knew
And told her that I’d love her
Even if she’d choose
The keys over me
I’d still be there
Lifting them High
As the heavens she feared
Two years later with a gang of Texas boys
We were hauling him up the ramp again
California! I was coming home
With the beast of eighty eight black and whites
Oh the keys!
Dead to me
They’re still here
I’m lifting them high
As the heavens she fears
Oh the keys!
Dead to me
They’re still here
I’m lifting them high
As the heavens she fears
Just this morning
The repairer brought his tuner
And his toolbox
But every instrument overshadowed
By the dark toneless keys of my heart
And the bones we’ll pick apart
'Til they’re gone out of our lives
And we won't
Cry anymore
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