[Verse 1]
Seven forty-two outside the diner on Fifth,
hand in my left coat pocket, nothing but lint,
jacket's patted down like I'm frisking myself,
right side, back pocket, the junk on the shelf,
receipts and a mint wrapper, no metal, no weight,
doing this little shuffle by the glass door and gate,
the waitress is watching, I laugh like it's fine,
but my stomach already dropped nine floors behind,
I check my own hoodie twice, like it'd hide in there,
like keys grew legs and wandered off somewhere,
the bus is loading, the night's turning cold,
and I'm patting a pocket I already patted, told.
[Chorus]
Where did I put it, where did it go,
my hands know the dance but my head doesn't know,
just breathe for a second, the answer's still there,
somewhere between the car and the chair.
[Verse 2]
Okay, stop patting, put both hands down flat,
quit interrogating a denim coat like that,
pull out the phone, open the log you forgot,
the quiet little list that tracks every stop,
scroll past the bus stop, the diner, the walk,
down to the bottom where the moving goes quiet,
last trip recorded ends right where you stood,
when the engine went still by that gravel-lined wood,
so the keys aren't lost, they're just not where you are,
they're sitting content in the lock of the car,
one glance at the screen and the panic deflates,
you're not psychic, you just read the dates.
[Bridge]
It won't stop the jump when the pocket feels light,
won't erase that half-second flare of fright,
the dance still happens, the hands still fly,
but now there's a map for the wondering why.
[Verse 3]
Funny how the body forgets what it's taught,
runs the same old fire drill for every lost thought,
doesn't matter that yesterday ended the same,
heart still sprints off like it's a brand new game,
I could frame the log, hang it up on the wall,
"Day four hundred, the keys did not fall,"
but tomorrow I'll still do the pocket-slap waltz,
patting down pants for some invisible fault,
maybe that's just how the worry gets wired,
a smoke alarm screaming before anything's fired,
so I let myself jump, then I let myself check,
one small ritual keeping the panic in check.
[Chorus]
Where did I put it, where did it go,
my hands know the dance but my head doesn't know,
just breathe for a second, the answer's still there,
somewhere between the car and the chair.
[Chorus]
Where did I put it, where did it go,
my hands know the dance but my head doesn't know,
just breathe for a second, the answer's still there,
somewhere between the car and the chair.
[Chorus]
Where did I put it, where did it go,
my hands know the dance but my head doesn't know,
just breathe for a second, the answer's still there,
somewhere between the car and the chair.