In the box on the corner
Her eyes swollen with grief
A young woman sleeps nightly
Dreaming of a thief.
The thief who stole her heart
The thief she let get away
She wishes every night
That she had only asked him to stay
For stay he would have
With her in her lonely box
And forsaken all else
For the girl in the old tattered box

In the box on the corner
Her heart pounding with memories
A young woman sleeps nightly
And she never sees
She never sees beyond her love
She only sees the one who left
The one whom she drove away
She bade him leave and leave he did
If only she had asked him to stay
For stay he would have
With her in her quiet box
And forsaken all else
For the girl in the old tattered box

In the box on the corner
As in silent reproach
A young woman sleeps quietly
And a young man does approach.
He approaches with caution
And a gentle demeanor
He approaches the woman
His eyes teary and sore
And asks to stay
With her in her lonely box
And says he'll forsake all else
For the girl in the old tattered box

In the box on the corner
Though she thinks she dreams
A young woman wakes quietly
And stares through the steam.
She sits there in silence
She stares in sweet love
He sits there in silence
And expresses his love
And stay he does
With her in her quiet box
And forsakes all else
For the girl in the old tattered box

--28 December 2002 10:49 am--