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Boxes
02:56
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Springtime comes today
A new life found in a land far away
Friends and family are here to celebrate
Unpack your lives as we pack it all away
I’ll pack it in boxes
They’ll pack them in boxes
We pack them in boxes and we leave
All our knickknacks and paintings
Those lamp shades and green things
All labeled in their boxes and they leave
We take all our lives
We’ll take all our lives
Try and tie it down and leave it all behind
I’ll take your plates to remember your face when you’re not here
I’ll pack them in boxes
We’ll pack them in boxes
All packed up in boxes and we’ll leave
All my books and your diplomas
The coffee cups in storage
Oh and all the hats and shoes and shoes and shoes we never wear
And the Christmas lights and reindeer
And the keepsakes from this past year
And all those empty boxes we save for moving day
All packed up in boxes
We pack all those boxes
I’ll pack all those boxes and I’ll leave
What will they say about us when we’re gone?
What will they do with the things I leave behind?
Oh we’ll pack them in boxes
They’ll pack them in boxes
They’ll pack up those boxes and they’ll leave.
All our knickknacks and paintings
Those lamp shades and green things
All labeled in their boxes and they leave
What will they say about us when we’re gone?
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Fireflies
03:00
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Searching skies with tired eyes for bottles on the sea
Writes her soul on a page and sends it off to me
Her cheeks they glisten with the tears of a thousand failed tries
I reach into her dreams from mine to wipe them from her eyes
Though I’m far away it’ll be okay
Eyes are closed, minds alive with memories of we
Dreams are cruel, they beckon me with a face I long to see
Our hope it burns like fireflies, it flickers in the night
The dreams we share, searching the air to find our lover’s light
Though I’m far away it’ll be okay
Our hope it burns like fireflies, it flickers in the night
The dreams we share, searching the air to find our lover’s light
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Sweet Breeze
03:10
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New beginnings come from an end, new horizons come through a bend in the road and
We could feel the same way now as we did then
Or we could heal inside, just take my hand as the wind blows
The sweet sweet breeze blows the brown hair across your face
Sweet sweet dreams girl, I’ll be here when you wake up
Desperation comes with hard times, and inspiration arrives line by line
We could feel the fear, run and hide
But it all disappears inside your angel eyes
All the clouds and the wind and the rain, all the hardship and loss and the pain
Seems easier when you’re free
It seems easier when you’re with me
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Portland
04:25
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Just two pages in my hand of this chapter I’m living and I can’t see where this story goes
You say let’s sell it all and drive ‘til we can’t drive no more, toward the sun ‘til it rises on our backs
Until our questions are just questions once more and our restlessness sets like the sun
We’ll take Interstate 90 out to Ritzville and head Southwest to Kennewick and 84
The river runs downhill from there to Portland where we’ll find what we’re looking for
Where our questions are just questions once more and our restlessness sets like the sun
The Subaru is getting packed, the sleeping bags are in the back and you say we’ll find a place to stay
On the corner above a coffeeshop, and I’ll play tunes while you just watch or write a book or put words on a page
Until our questions are just questions once more and our restlessness sets like the sun
We’ll take Interstate 90 out to Ritzville and head Southwest to Kennewick and 84
The river runs downhill from there to Portland where we’ll find what we’re looking for
Yeah we’ll find what we’re looking for
Oregon in summertime, the sunshine’s shine is shining bright and we sit with our two best friends
We tell them all our stories and they say there’s a master plan, that love with us is all we really need
And I smile and take your hand in mine and say to you that all this time our quest was about the one who loves
And all our longings and our dreams, the people loved and places seen is oil in a painting of our God
And our questions are just questions once more, our restlessness sets like the sun
Just two pages in my hand of this chapter we’re living and I can’t see where our story goes
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Seasons Change
03:06
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Seasons change and so do we don’t you know?
Could I tell you how long that I will be here? I don’t know
I don’t know just where the wind will take me but the breeze is picking up
And it feels like a wave before breaking and crashing down and coming in
Oh don’t let it slip away, seize the day
So what have we to fear of change? I don’t know
It’s the coming and the leaving, the hurting and the healing that helps us grow
I don’t know just where the wind will take me but the breeze is picking up
And it feels like a fast roller coaster, just hang on and let it go
Oh don’t let it slip away, seize the day
I will not slow down I will not grow old until my story’s told
I won’t hold back now or wait my life away
Oh, I won’t let it slip away, seasons change and so do we
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Wind
04:08
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My days they pass like wind in a field blowing across the grass
Like rain upon the windshield, streaking as I pass
You call my name, was that you or me I’m hearing things again
Howl at me just like the rushing wind
The days aren’t getting longer, clouds are rolling in
We were made to change and move and come and go again
Like the wind, Like the wind
This is my fate, like a wagon wheel rolling down the lane
Does the river ever tire? I think it’s getting higher
The days aren’t getting longer, clouds are rolling in
We were made to change and move and come and go again
Like the wind, Like the wind
Cause this is all we have here, this little slice of time
It’ll make it better if you’re mine
The days aren’t getting longer, clouds are rolling in
Seasons change and we were made to come and go again
Like the wind, Like the wind
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