Keys In Your Hand

(ooh, ooh) Headlights on the driveway (ooh)

You came home with the paper in your hand, Said you passed it, first time, just like you planned. I was shaking more than you ever were, Layla, you just laughed and turned the key.

At your age I was scared of every door, You walk through like you've been there before.

So go on, take the long road, Mirrors, signal, wide open sky. Layla, you were born ready, Braver than your mother ever tried. Go on, take the long road, I'll be the light you're driving by.

September's got a suitcase with your name, A new town, a new door, a different frame. I'll fold the small things, you'll pack the big dreams, And we'll both pretend we're fine at the gate.

So go on, take the long road, Mirrors, signal, wide open sky. Layla, you were born ready, Braver than your mother ever tried.

Call me from the kitchen you don't know yet, Tell me what you burned, tell me who you met. The engine's yours now, the map is too, I just get to watch the world meet you.

Keys in your hand, Layla, Go far, come home sometimes. (ooh, ooh)