Ben Rector - Boxes lyrics
[Ben Rector - Boxes lyrics]
I found boxes of first CDs tryin'
To get my office clean
Took ten years of folks givin' them
To me 'til I sat down
And I saw hesitant poses and torn up jeans
In cover photos friends took for free
For the six minute songs
And all their lifelong dreams
The world turned down
They're just dreamin' up some life
Out on the road, oh
When all I dream about's the
Day that I'll be home
I'd long forgotten how it feels
To chase a dream
Thank God for boxes of first CDs (yeah)
On through this Rolodex of railroad
Tracks and fresh-cut hair
I see Joy who won some Grammys
And is now a millionaire
Looks different now than she
Does right there, but that's how it goes
As for the rest
I bet they're teachers or pastors now
Pictured in jackets girlfriends picked out
All their hometowns turned these up, all
The labels turned them down, and never wrote
(whoa)
They're just dreamin' up some life
Out on the road, oh
When all I dream about's the
Day that I'll be home
I guess I forgot the way it
Feels to chase a dream
Thank God for boxes of first CDs (yeah)
A thrift store jacket and ten less pounds
Lookin' like a fool in some big field
With my bare feet on the ground
Bad song titles and worse drum sounds
I didn't know
That all my dreams had come true
Out here on the road
I never dreamed that I could
Call this life my own
Thought I'd forgotten how it feels
To chase a dream but thank God for how it
Feels to chase a dream
And thank God for boxes of first CDs (yeah)
To get my office clean
Took ten years of folks givin' them
To me 'til I sat down
And I saw hesitant poses and torn up jeans
In cover photos friends took for free
For the six minute songs
And all their lifelong dreams
The world turned down
They're just dreamin' up some life
Out on the road, oh
When all I dream about's the
Day that I'll be home
I'd long forgotten how it feels
To chase a dream
Thank God for boxes of first CDs (yeah)
On through this Rolodex of railroad
Tracks and fresh-cut hair
I see Joy who won some Grammys
And is now a millionaire
Looks different now than she
Does right there, but that's how it goes
As for the rest
I bet they're teachers or pastors now
Pictured in jackets girlfriends picked out
All their hometowns turned these up, all
The labels turned them down, and never wrote
(whoa)
They're just dreamin' up some life
Out on the road, oh
When all I dream about's the
Day that I'll be home
I guess I forgot the way it
Feels to chase a dream
Thank God for boxes of first CDs (yeah)
A thrift store jacket and ten less pounds
Lookin' like a fool in some big field
With my bare feet on the ground
Bad song titles and worse drum sounds
I didn't know
That all my dreams had come true
Out here on the road
I never dreamed that I could
Call this life my own
Thought I'd forgotten how it feels
To chase a dream but thank God for how it
Feels to chase a dream
And thank God for boxes of first CDs (yeah)