I haven't met a locked door yet
On a chain around my neck
Don't waste your worry on me
I always find what I need
By now it's just a simple trick
You hear the tumblers catch and click,
But I've found work and welcome
cause everybody's got someplace
the old men call me by mother's name
She looked just the same, they say
the children wave or hide behind
their mother's skirts afraid
Strangers here still seem strange
They hear the accent, know
and I know the customs here
I come from over the horizon
pass through every dozen years
Go home, tell of my arrival
I've got my, got my, got my
My skeleton, my skeleton key, yeah
Don't you go waste all your worry on me
'cause I'll make my way with