Scrapbook

It's kinda like that house with the tadpoles The one where all the floors were old Or maybe like the house with the garden Where we'd all stay up late and sing When we were young we'd run through the sprinkler Or spend hours playing school outside You'd be the students I'd be the teacher Mom would sneak a picture inside Growing old takes no time Momentos of our lives What has gone and soon will come I'll keep them in my scrapbook Snow is falling school called off for the day Hot chocolate our toes are cold Group hug with our pinkies intertwined Watching dad build and light the fire Growing old takes no time Momentos of our lives What has gone and soon will come I'll keep them in my scrapbook Oh the birds don't sound like they used to We don't fit in our favorite shoes That's alright you got a new camera Looking for the treasures of tomorrow Growing old takes no time Momentos of our lives What has gone and soon will come I'll keep them in my scrapbook Growing old takes no time Momentos of our lives What has gone and soon will come I'll keep them in my scrapbook I'll keep you in my scrapbook