Richard Neal

Lyrics

Cardboard Boxes
© 2018 Richard F. Neal

{v1}
Tomorrow we’re moving the house is a mess
Bags and half-empty crates
Bed is a mattress spread on the floor
Dinner is take out on white paper plates

{v2}
I made the deposit the new place is ours
Thanks to my landlord I’m broke
A tiny apartment up three flights of stairs
It’s gonna be awhile before home feels like home

{ch}
Socks and shoes, coats and towels, food for the cat
Piled up everywhere in dozens of stacks
You always leave something of yourself behind
Because memories cannot be packed
In cardboard boxes

{v3}
Christmas Eve the Fourth of July
Candles on sweet birthday cakes
Graduations and wakes
Rewards and mistakes
We emptied closets cupboards shelves
The stories those naked bare walls could relate

{ch}

{br}
A chance to start a-new
Clear up the clutter
Throw it away
We don’t look back
Forget the past
Tomorrow morning we’re leaving to stay

{ch}
Socks and shoes, coats and towels the food for our cat
Piled up everywhere in dozens of stacks
You’ll always leave something of yourself behind
Because memories cannot be packed
A lifetime just cannot be packed up
In cardboard boxes