Brown Boxes - Josh Woodward

Brown boxes in the living room

My life is in a never-ending state of this old transition

I got 'em piled up high in the corner of the kitchen

And I’m itchin' just to find a little bit of unpacked nutrition

All this crap I’ve accumulated and I’ve waited for a place

That’s big enough to fit it into

Onward, upward, running with a new herd

Too small, U-Haul, gotta get it transferred

Packing and I’m stacking and I’m making all my crap fit

Gotta shove it all into, Brown Boxes

I got 25 lbs of long-grain rice

And some cereal I bought when I was in California

Don’t try to lift that box over there

It’s full of old magazines, I just thought I’d warn ya

Onward, upward, running with a new herd

Too small, U-Haul, gotta get it transferred

Packing and I’m stacking and I’m making all my crap fit

Gotta fit it all into, brown boxes

I got pants I ain’t seen since 6 sizes back

I got piles of unmatched socks, so I just throw 'em on the stack

I got boxes that were not unpacked

Since the last time that I moved, in fact

And they’ll probably never gonna see the light of day

And they’ll probably never gonna see the light of day

Maybe I should just have a garage sale

Maybe I should live a life of simpler existence

But you never know when you’ll need this stuff

So I always take the path of least resistance

Cuz the new place gotta lotta room in the garage

And I sure hate to unpack

I think I might just save some time

And leave all of it stacked

In brown boxes

Brown boxes