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

All 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

And now you hold it all inside like those boxes

All those boxes

All those boxes they get in my way

Like our big dreams, like our old bones

Lately there's 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