Boxes Of Life

Sorting through the boxes of my life,
Piled by the door,
I wonder if I’ll ever see the light
Never mind the floor.
I wonder why I kept this crap,
Why I’m doing this alone
When you said we’d be together forever more.

When did your heart stop playing our song?
Your arms can’t feel right if you’re dancing without me.
They say nights in Vermont are cold when you’re wrong
And there’s a cow standing on your head.


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