Lyrics

Going through old boxes, getting rid of things
Feels kinda like a part of you dying
Found an old journal where I’d written my dreams
And suddenly I don’t know why I’m crying
And I’m wondering if I’m anything
Like that bright-eyed boy had in mind
And what to keep, and what to leave behind

Everything just blows by in the open air
Forever young and living for the chase
But life sat me down for a long, hard stare
At what had me running in the first place
And the parts of me I refused to see
For fear of just what I might find
Of what to keep, and what to leave behind

I dreamed I built a raft to cross a river
And it took me over to the other shore
But then I got scared to leave it there
In case I had a need for it once more
So I dragged it on across the burning desert
Where the wind-blown sand made me blind
And as I fell to my knees, I still couldn’t see
What to keep, and what to leave behind

Everywhere they’re taking down old statues
Calling out the shadows of our past
The men we called heroes, the vice we call virtue
The ways that served us once but just can’t last
And it can break a heart to tear apart
What’s been so long and closely intertwined
As what to keep and what to leave behind

Going through old boxes, getting rid of things