Got a piece of yesterday in my little brown box
And a see through key which I keep under lock
And whenever time flies
Or the weatherman lies
I just climb into my little brown box
Got a picture of you in my little brown box
And a lock of your hair and the time on the clock
If you're not to be found
And if I need you around
I just climb into my little brown box
In my little brown box
In a corner of light at the end of my room
Through a funnel I glide
To a quizzical side of the puzzlin' moon
Got a beautiful world in my little brown box
With a fountain of dreams on a river of locks
If the noise of the crowd
Gets a little too loud
I just climb into my little brown box