There in a box on a shelf in its original frame Her eyes so big, new and bright squint in the sun He says aloud to himself, “Why did I toss this away With all those other things I collect to forget? Surely a picture can’t lie. But, how time it does fly From the day there in the sun Until your saying ‘goodbye’”
The objects in the lost and found Those things that fell from pocket to the ground The priceless and the practical Waiting ‘till the ones who claim them come back around
She says to him, “You think I, I was the last one to know I could see what was to come long before you I still remember that day With so much left to say And just watching the tides grow It wasn’t so long ago”
The objects in the lost and found Those things that fell from pocket to the ground The priceless and the practical Waiting ‘till the ones who claim them come back around
Remember on that empty beach we stayed there by the sea
The objects in the lost and found Those things that fell from pocket to the ground The priceless and the practical Waiting ‘till the ones who claim them come back around