It's for everything, I don't wanna cast aside, The only things I don't know why Keys with no locks, locks with no keys But it can't mean that much, In a junk drawer, things are meant to last In a junk drawer, storing up the past In this junk drawer, I hold on to my time And the thought of drawers like that, i think of mine We've got manual appliances from who knows when, Ditched the batteries and dyes Seems that I always meant to plan the traps for the mind Keys with no locks, locks with no keys But it can't mean that much, In a junk drawer, things are meant to last In a junk drawer, just storin' up the past In this junk drawer, I hold on to my time And the thought of drawers like that, i thought of mine Thought of mine Thought of mine Of mine... Of mine... Thought of mine