"Boxcar" as written by Kelly Crisp and Ivan Howard....
Oh don’t speak dirty things (?)
I know you feel like we can go inside
We can talk in private here
Tell me now of how they used to be
But I'm not crazy I'm just a little boy
And you’re not crazy you're just a little girl

We can find an old boxcar
In the woods to make our home
We can make a broom of weeds
And brush and sweep daddi's away

We were banned to being small
We can find a place and raise ourselves
You be ill with so much guilt
But we’ve assume that they got better now
But I'm not crazy I'm just a little boy
And you’re not crazy you're just a little girl

We can find an old boxcar
In the woods to make our home
Make a bed of maple leaves
Sleep with doves on the door
On the sill what we need
Keep our milk in the stream
We can make a broom weeds
And brush and sweep daddi's away


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"Boxcar" as written by Kelly Crisp Ivan Howard

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    General CommentI'm not sure... I think the first line is more like "On our street, dirty scene/dirt is seen" or something.
    niltseon April 22, 2007   Link
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    General CommentNiltse is right.

    The song's just about being in love and running off together and being together really peacefully and away from the world.

    It's pretty.
    lapairon May 29, 2007   Link
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    General Commentone of my favourites songs :D just GREAT.

    There are some important mistakes above, so I'll copy the lyrics from the original cd:

    On our street, dirty seats
    I know you feel like we can't go inside
    we can talk in private here
    tell me now of how things used to be.
    But I'm not crazy I'm just a little boy
    And you’re not crazy you're just a little girl.

    We could find an old boxcar
    In the woods to make our home
    We could make a broom of weeds
    And brush and sweep all the Daddies away.

    If we went back to being small
    We could find a place where we could raise ourselves
    You'd be ill with so much guilt
    But we’d pretend that they got better now,
    But I'm not crazy I'm just a little boy
    And you’re not crazy you're just a little girl

    We could find an old boxcar
    In the woods to make our home
    Make a bed of maple leaves
    Sleep with minds on the door
    Only steal what we need
    Keep our milk in the stream
    We could make a broom of weeds,
    And brush and sweep all the Daddies away.
    from_comalaon August 17, 2007   Link

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