DESCRIPTION:
Rift Magazine's 36 Hour Song Writing Contest. Topic: Time Travel.

Lyrics:

When I was a kid, I thought that time
was made up of a line
of shoe boxes

I'd fill them up with everyday
until they became yesterday
And I saw a line of empty boxes
waiting to be tomorrow

Search, search, we're traveling
Open the day called "78"
Where a fair maiden lives under the roof
of John and Geraldine's empty nest
Nine months of shoe boxes
He's in L.A., should she give her up?
Or should they name her Catherine?

Let's dial 18 up
Fast forward

When I was a kid, I thought that time
was made up of a line
of shoe boxes

I'd fill them up with everyday
until they became yesterday
And I saw a line of empty boxes
waiting to be tomorrow

Search, search where lines collided
Her line shot off in '78
18 years of shoe boxes
About to embark uncertainly
She sits across from the palm readers
and turns her hands up to
reveal the lines
Will they tell her fortune?

Let's dial 28 up
Fast Forward
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