Again I ended up in our old neighbourhood,
To finally hall away that stack of wood.
Gonna build a box, fill it to the top,
With your photographs, and letters and all that you gave to me,
In the days when we were good.
Stan says he'll sand it for me smooth,
I said "Don't bother just make sure its waterproof".
Gonna build a box...
The lid has gotta fit the top real tight,
To make it hard to get inside it late at night.
Gonna build a box...