Boxes

Written by: Ben Rector

I found boxes of first CDs

Trying to get my office clean

Took 10 years of folks giving them to me

Till I sat down

And I saw hesitant poses and torn up jeans

In cover photos friends took for free

For their 6 minute songs and all their lifelong dreams

The world turned down...

And they're just dreaming up some life out on the road, oh

And all I dream about's a day that I'll be home

I'd long forgotten how it feels to chase a dream

Thank God for boxes of first CDs

On through this rolodex of railroad tracks and fresh cut hair

I see Joey who won some Grammys and is now a millionaire

Looks different now than she does right there

But that's how it goes, as for the rest...

I bet they're teachers or pastors now

Pictured in jackets girlfriends picked out

All their hometowns turned these up

All the labels turned them down

And never wrote, whoa

They're just dreaming up some life out on the road, oh

All I dream about's a day that I'll be home

Guess I forgot the way it feels to chase a dream

Thank God for boxes of first CDs

Thrift store jacket and 10 less pounds

Looking like a fool in some big field with my bare feet on the ground

Bad song titles and worse drum sounds, I didn't know

That all my dreams'd come true out here on the road

I never dreamed that I could call this life my own

Thought I'd forgotten how it feels to chase a dream

But thank God for how it feels to chase a dream

But thank God for boxes of first CDs, yeah