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.
cll 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 went walking everywhere, by the river. You were trembling.
You were trembling when I said to you, let me kiss you and your big dreams.
Twenty years, or so it seems, that's a long time. What a long time.
cnd now you hold it all inside like those boxes. cll those boxes.
cll those boxes they get in my way, like our big dreams, like our old bones.
Lately there've been ghosts I know. I can't see them. Help me see them.
Well, I guess we'll pack the ghosts as well and move on now, and move West now,
with our big dreams all in boxes. Oh our dreams they aren't quite as big as our boxes.