Troubles in a Box

Let's hop in our

Secondhand car


And leave our troubles

In a box

At the side of a road

We'll never see again.


We can inhale the forest air

And taste the lake scent

On the breeze.


Our ears will ring

With soundtracks that we

Hold close,


Our hearts will lighten

In the sunset.


Our headlights will guide us

Through the passing night;


All because our troubles

Made us want to drive.