Tucked away in a cardboard box behind the attic door My chance to find a book of rhymes from a hundred years before Tales I read came to life like a sail in the breeze Lord Byron was my captain, and his pages were my seas And we'd sail across the water On the trade winds of time And off the coast of Madagascar We'd leave our misfortunes behind There was something about a princess held captive by her foes There was something in his verses that would not let me go And as stately galliants poised to fight, sails stretching at the seams I'd fall asleep in the light and drift off to dream My life is like a cardboard box filled with memories and rhymes I've lost track of the book I had but I can still recall his lines Lookin' back I have to smile as I let my pen run free For I was much too young to fathom the course he'd set for me