Boxes

[Intro]
One, two, three

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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)

[Verse 2]
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)

[Chorus]
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)

[Bridge]
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

[Chorus]
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)