Have you thrown your body to something nWith meaningnDo you whine and wait for the weekendnSo you can forget spun drun days and silhouette nSo it goes nSuch as life in a box nnIt's me where the burden life lines on metersnPut your life in a box for your sons and your daughtersnThe inside place poor poor pitiful me nSo it goes nSuch as life in a box nnI once read in a play nAbout a girl who spend her daysnnDays and daysnDays and daysnnThere's talk of a landslide nOf her side and your sidenDid she trade you in for the city?nTo count clocks, call Cleveland nTell tall tales of where she's been in nSo it goes nSuch as life in a boxnThis is life in a box