The Spare Key

THE SPARE KEY by Silvio Vinci Your spare key’s lying By the kitchen phone. Funny how this old place Feels bigger on my own. Pale patch on the wallpaper Where our picture used to hang. This room’s got an echo— I taught the walls to sing. Let it roll, let it ride, Let that old floor shake. I gave you all my good years— That’s all you’re gonna take. Your headlights crossed my window, Then they slipped away. I turned the record over, Let the other side play. Let it roll, let it ride, Let that old floor shake. I gave you all my good years— That’s all you’re gonna take. Let it roll, let it ride, Let that old floor shake. I gave you all my good years— That’s all you’re gonna take. Turn it over… Let it play. There’s a little more room Since you went away.