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

That i`ve 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

(chorus)

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 shoe box
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 front porch

It was summertime i was turnin` nine
He says 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

(chorus)

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 shoe box
Full of things to look back on


Look back on
A little window to the past
Look back on.

God know life goes by so fast
If ever you should ever doubt the blessings that you`ve had..


(chorus)
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 shoe box
Full of things to look back on


I stumbled on a bunch of junk of mine
In a shoebox the other night