First Key

I flip the switch and the kitchen wakes up bright.
Keys on a ring, the jingles like a bell.
The door that's mine, and I know how to close it well.
So I call my brother, say it loud and clear: I can do this,
I can do this, I'm standing right here.
Lights are on, and the floor is mine to keep.
I can do this, I can do this, I'm finally on my feet.
He picks up on the second ring, and hears the tape gun sip.
Asks if I ate supper, asks if I locked the door,