David Berkeley Follow

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.