Pocketful of Keys - Jimmy Webb

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