Keys

Oh, I'm sitting on a goldmine But I can't afford to pay attention I've had a lot of boats just float away But I don't mind treading in the ocean For now I'm sitting on a goldmine Ditch my motto o' moderation Oh, I don't plan anything Walked up to the tracks to stretch my legs I jumped on that slow train To be the beat inside your pounding belief To be the architecht of your face and feet To see the reason we rhyme, we rhyme and read To be nineteen The keys are in the ignition The keys are in the ignition And the door is always open Open I'm just sitting on this goldmine You thought I was sitting on a heap of dirty dirt Turns out I was carrying around the mineral rights But I'm still sitting on this goldmine I get a funny twitchy feeling Whenever I see that gold train go by Whenever I hear that slow train go by To be the beat inside your pounding belief To be the architecht of your face and feet To see the reason we rhyme, we rhyme and read To be nineteen To be nineteen The keys are in the ignition The keys are in the ignition And the door is always open Open Open The keys are in the ignition The keys are in the ignition And the door is always open Open The door is always open Open Open Open