Jonathan Larson
Find the Key
She's walking, he's sitting
He plays a dark C minor chord
It's like the keyboard is his heart

He hears the clock
He hugs the cat - no
He kicks the cat
He pumps the volume higher
A fire's just about to start
(And then the band comes in)

Why can't, why can't I
Why can't I find the key?
Why can't I find the key?

Door closes, he freezes
He sees it's hard to end duets
He lets his fingers feel the way

He loves her, he's lost her
He's hearing melancholy strings
That sing the things he can't say

Why can't, why can't I
Why can't I find the key?
Why can't I find the key?
He can't imagine what he should have said
It's all been said and sounds cliché
He's at the bridge between his head, which says it's dead
And his heart, which says, don't let her get away

She's gone now, he's singing
He hears no two-part harmony
He looks around, this can't be real
Depression, dark progression
Why can he only sing it?
What will it take to make him feel?

Why can't, why can't I
Why can't I find the key?
Why can't I find
Why can't I find
Why can't I find the key?
Find the key
Find the key

Then somehow, somehow it ends