Written in March 2003 in Nashville, Tennessee
Early Sunday morning
Raining without warning
And I left the windows open in my car
There ain’t no point in talking
When your mind is set on walking
You’re gonna close the door you opened in my heart
And I do believe
You’re the one with the key
So lock it up before you leave
Early afternoon
Will sing it’s lonely tune
Empty as this room where I stand
I find myself thinking
I find my spirits sinking
I’m as empty as this drink in my hand
And I do believe
You’re the one with the key
So lock it up before you leave
Don’t you worry, baby
There ain’t no one coming in
Keep it with you and maybe
If you wanna come back again
You can let yourself back in.
You can let yourself back in
As sure as Sunday evening
I will still be grieving
Retrieving all these memories of you
You say I’ll find another
And that I will recover
But there ain’t no other lover gonna do
And I do believe
You’re the one with the key
So lock it up before you leave
Lock it up before you leave
Now, it’s early Monday morning
It’s without warning
And I left the windows open in my car