Boxcar

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