Boxes - Ben Rector

I found boxes of first CDs tryin' to get my office clean

Took ten years of folks givin' them to me 'til I sat down

And I saw hesitant poses and torn up jeans

In cover photos friends took for free

For the six minute songs, and all their lifelong dreams the world turned down

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

When all I dream about’s the day that I’ll be home

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

Thank God for boxes of first CDs (yeah)

On through this Rolodex of railroad tracks and fresh-cut hair

I see Joy 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 dreamin' up some life out on the road, oh

When all I dream about’s the day that I’ll be home

I guess I forgot the way it feels to chase a dream

Thank God for boxes of first CDs (yeah)

A thrift store jacket and ten less pounds

Lookin' 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 had 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

And thank God for boxes of first CDs (yeah)