The Shoebox

I stumbled on a bunch of junk of mine In a shoebox the other night In between cleaning up files and messes That I'd made of my life Ticket stubs, poems and old letters I dumped them all out on the bed Found a homemade birthday card from mom And this is what it said, yeah, this is what it said Don't forget the little moments They're the ones that mean the most When the way home seems so far away Take 'em out and hold them close And take a picture with your father 'Cause one day he'll be gone And don't forget to fill an old shoebox Full of things to look back on, full of things to look back on I opened up my grandpa's pocket knife And I was back to his back porch It was summertime I was turnin' nine He said, "You want that knife? It's yours" I remember runnin' off in the yard Carved my name in every tree I haven't held it since he passed away And it meant the world to me Because he meant the world to me Don't forget the little moments They're the ones that mean the most When the way home seems so far away Take 'em out and hold them close And take a picture with your father 'Cause one day he'll be gone And don't forget to fill an old shoebox Full of things to look back on Look back on, a little window to the past Look back on, God knows life goes by so fast If ever you should ever doubt the blessings that you've had Don't forget the little moments They're the ones that mean the most When the way home seems so far away Take 'em out and hold them close And take a picture with your father 'Cause one day he'll be gone And don't forget to fill an old shoebox Full of things to look back on I stumbled on a bunch of junk of mine In a shoebox the other night