The Sound Of Keys in Mundy

And if this day should go on forever
And your hand never lost its grip,
I'd never doubt or be in need,
Lonesome, would be bleached from my mind

It's hard to write a sad song
When you're happy
That's why I've done none for you,
Tell me when I'm wrong and forgetful,
That you will always be true

And just to know that you'll be comin' home,
To hear the sound of your keys,
Hangin' up your coat in the hallway,
Well I will never doubt or be in need

And sometimes I wonder just who you are,
What brought us together,
It's a certain kind of magic
One to never question or take for granted
Or take for granted

And just to know...
To hear the rattle of your keys,
Hangin' up your bag in the hallway...