Yellow Box

Nothing changes much in your world
By keeping hold of those little things
Just throw 'em in that yellow box
Now turn your head
Don't say too much

Sort it out
Clear the decks
Empty out your heavy drawers
No need to wait for skies to clear
As the rain so gently pours

Take the bull by the horns
You've made the call
It's crystal clear
Wipe the dust of your concerns
Your yellow box will soon be here

Nothing changes much in your world
By keeping hold of those little things
Just throw 'em in that yellow box
Now turn your head don't say too much

Passers-by they look inside
One man's junk is another's gold
It all amounts to nothing much
To be gained for keeping hold

There's something missing inside of you
You don't know why you're feeling blue
You threw it in that yellow box
And now it's gone
You can move on

(yellow box)
(yellow box)
(yellow box)

Here you stand in your room
That once was filled with all your shit
That's all it was nothing more
You'll be the same without it

Don't kid yourself don't be the fool
You'll never need the half of it
Just throw it in that yellow box
And when it's gone
You can move on

(yellow box)
(yellow box)