Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes made of ticky tacky, Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes all the same.The same faces on the morning bus only differ by what day of the week it is. The guy that reviews the technical manuals while spread out across two seats? Only Monday thru Thursday. The woman who only rides two stops? Only on Tuesdays and Thursdays. On the bus ride home, there's a different cast of fellow commuters, each with a story. I'm sure.
And the people in the houses All went to the university, Where they were put in boxes And they came out all the same, And there's doctors and lawyers, And business executives, And they're all made out of ticky tacky And they all look just the same.In the city, I exit the train at Farragut West among a slew of students with white headphones falling from their ears, interns fresh out of school and overusing the words "like" and "literally", and business men and women dialing their smartphones as they put on their suit jackets.
Busy, busy lives. Lives connected to lives. Everyone with some where to go, and most of the time in a hurry to get there. Busy, busy lives.
I stroll. I have somewhere to be but at no specific time. I don’t hurry. I know where I’m going. I know what I’m doing. It’s a work in progress but, I have time.
And the boys go into business And marry and raise a family In boxes made of ticky tacky And they all look just the same. There's a green one and a pink one And a blue one and a yellow one, And they're all made out of ticky tacky And they all look just the same.Notes: The song "Little Boxes" was written by Malvina Reynolds. Click here to listen to her original recording . One of my favorite covers is by Walk Off the Earth. You can view their video here.