Where does all the garbage go?
No seriously I’d like to know
When it leaves my house and it leaves my lane on a garbage truck
Where does it finally end up?

Does it end up on a mountain top?
Does it catch a ride on some giant yacht?
Or does it get burned up in a big ole’ fire in my neighborhood
In which case I am breathing it back up

chorus:
What if we couldn’t take the garbage out?
What would we do if our house filled up?
I’m hoping, hoping, hoping I’ll never find out

Cereal boxes, plastic wrappers, all these things
They want to be recycled and live again.
Milk cartons, big old phone books, bottles and cans
Their next life could be a toy in Japan

Do I really need all this packaging?
Wouldn’t I be better off with less of these things?
And if I just stopped drinking juice out of these tiny, tiny boxes,
I would surely be doing something