David Berkeley Boxes
Now the kids have all grown old
No more grass stains on their big dreams
Now we pack it all it seems in these boxes all these boxes
All these boxes they are all I see
And our big dreams, where will they go
Remember when you said hello in your blue jeans and your long hair
We were walking everywhere by the river
You were trembling, you were trembling when I said to you: let me kiss you
And your big dreams
20 years or so it seems
That's a long time, what a long time
And now you hold it all inside like those boxes, all those boxes
All those boxes they get in my way
Like our big dreams
Like our old hopes
Lately there's been ghosts I know, I can see them
Help me see them
Well I guess we'll pass the ghosts as well
And move on now, and move west now
With our big dreams, all in boxes
Oh are dreams they aren't quite as big as our boxes
