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 were walking everywhere by the river You were trembling, you were trembling when I said to you let me kiss you And your big dreams 20 years or so it seems Thats 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 hopes Lately theres been ghosts I know, I can see them Help me see them Well I guess well pass the ghosts as well And move on now, and move west now With our big dreams, all in boxes Oh are dreams they arent quite as big as our boxes
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