Lyrics

As a child he'd fly to the moon
And sail the seven seas
His eyes sparkled with wonder
There were no limits to his dreams
One day he'd be a pirate,
The next, an astronaut
In his little cardboard box

On His 18th birthday,
He waved goodbye to his folks
Strapped on his seatbelt
Ready to hit the open road
With some old Springsteen records
And a t-shirt from woodstock
Packed n a little cardboard box

Life slips by, and we forget the child we used to be
Life slips by, our dreams fade to reality

Now he sits in his office,
In a suit of charcoal gray
Pours his fourth cup of coffee
As he sleepwalks through his days
Watches the seconds crawl by
Tosses yet another report
Into a little cardboard box

Life slips by, and we forget the child we used to be
Life slips by, our dreams fade to reality

He sips a beer on his front porch
Watches his little girl play
She flies to the moon in her cardboard box
He hopes her wonder never fades