I stumbled on a bunch of junk of mine   In a shoebox the other night   In between cleaning up piles of messes   That I've made of my life   Ticket stubs, love poems and old letters   I dumped them all out on the bed   Found a homemade birthday card from my 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 turning nine   He said you want that knife, it's yours   I remember running off in the yard   Carved my name in every tree   I haven't held it since he passed away   Man 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