Blue tape box, blue tape box
Drove trucks for eleven years and writes like someone with time to think and no radio
the numbers
- bpm
- 172
- key
- G major
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.43
- vocal at
- 2.3s
- length
- 3:07
- language
- En
lyrics
I cut the tape at dawn On your old hall table Found ten rent receipts in a Folgers can And a church key in the cradle A cracked field note book A ballcap from '98 The crock pot smelled like bay leaves And dust on the cookie plate Your handwriting on a tag "Save for maybe later" I stood there with the banister And the stairwell breathing cedar Blue tape box, blue tape box Blue tape box, blue tape box What's kept? What's kept? What you never tossed Three loose dentures in a cup By the sink with the leak A photo booth strip from Gatlinburg And a pawn shop wedding ring Old tax forms folded tight In a flour can by the flour Your keys still in the tackle box By the water heater tower I held a cracked cigar tin Full of buttons and a dime And that map to Pigeon Forge With your coffee ring still on it Blue tape box, blue tape box Blue tape box, blue tape box What's kept? What's kept? What you never tossed In the linen closet shelf A collar from your dog A note that said "call Ruth back" And a sandwich bag of coins I laughed at the brittle things Then I had to sit down slow 'Cause every little saved-up piece Was a road I didn't know Blue tape box, blue tape box Blue tape box, blue tape box What's kept? What's kept? What you never tossed