Boxes Beneath The Bed

Cardboard boxes stacked up on the bed

Every word we meant to say unsaid

These bare walls don't know our names today

We watched the laughter drift away

This place we used to call our home

Is just a shell of wood and stone

(ahhh) And the kids are staring at the floor

We don't live here anymore

Outside the engine starts to hum

Our quiet morning has begun

The swing set shadows on the lawn

Before we know it,

we'll be gone

No more running down the hall

No more pencil marks against the wall

Just the echo of a song we knew

(where are we going?)

Empty rooms and hollow floors

Closing up the final doors (hmmm)