Boxes

Here’s to the golden days
Watch as the film replays
Stills of a life in motion
Into a field of stone
Heaven and earth was thrown
Out of the endless ocean
Think of the things that could have been
Think of the changes you have seen
Littered with thieves and fools and schemers
Dream on, dreamers
Step out into the morning sun
There is still distance left to run
Look to the years and how to serve them
And these are just memories of the past
Place them with books and photographs
Put them in boxes to preserve them
Born of a different sign
I traced a rare bloodline
Hoping to find direction
Rootless, my tree was found
Upturned on heavy ground
Waiting on some connection
Whether from sorrow or despair
This train can take you anywhere
Far from the thieves and fools and schemers
Dream on, dreamers
Step out into the morning sun
There is still distance left to run
Look to the years and how to serve them
And these are just memories of the past
Place them with books and photographs
Put them in boxes to preserve them
Lost in the poetry of song
That’s where I belong
Step out into the morning sun
There is still distance left to run
Look to the years and how to serve them
And these are just memories of the past
Place them with books and photographs
Put them in boxes to preserve them