Shoebox
I never could explain
Why mommas love their babies
After they've got babies of their own
Or why sons still love their daddies
Long after they're gone
And I sure can't explain where we went wrong
Seemed like the perfect pair
Sat down at that kitchen table
I smiled at your every perfect flaw
But the road called out to me
Just like a siren, I was drawn to
You needed arms to hold you when I was gone
There's a shoebox of your things there in the closet
A piece of me you forgot to leave behind
I used to believe
I'd smell the flowers
See the trees
How could this all be a grand design
I never could explain
How the fire in the bottle
Helped to drown my sorrows all night long
And I could figure out how dove fly
But I'll never know the reason why
I still hear your name in their somber song
There's a shoebox of your things there in the closet
A piece of me you forgot to leave behind
I used to believe
I'd smell the flowers
See the trees
How could this all be a grand design
And there's a shoebox of your things there in the closet
A piece of me you forgot to leave behind
I used to believe
I'd smell the flowers
See the trees
How could this all be a grand design
I used to believe
I'd smell the flowers
See the trees
How could this all be a grand design
Why mommas love their babies
After they've got babies of their own
Or why sons still love their daddies
Long after they're gone
And I sure can't explain where we went wrong
Seemed like the perfect pair
Sat down at that kitchen table
I smiled at your every perfect flaw
But the road called out to me
Just like a siren, I was drawn to
You needed arms to hold you when I was gone
There's a shoebox of your things there in the closet
A piece of me you forgot to leave behind
I used to believe
I'd smell the flowers
See the trees
How could this all be a grand design
I never could explain
How the fire in the bottle
Helped to drown my sorrows all night long
And I could figure out how dove fly
But I'll never know the reason why
I still hear your name in their somber song
There's a shoebox of your things there in the closet
A piece of me you forgot to leave behind
I used to believe
I'd smell the flowers
See the trees
How could this all be a grand design
And there's a shoebox of your things there in the closet
A piece of me you forgot to leave behind
I used to believe
I'd smell the flowers
See the trees
How could this all be a grand design
I used to believe
I'd smell the flowers
See the trees
How could this all be a grand design
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Writer(s): Jordan Haynes
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