Scrapbook Lyrics

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