On the top of my desk mid the clutter and dust
sits an old 5x8 black and white
It's one of my favorite pictures of us
I'll carry with me all my life
I must have been a-bout five or six
Mom's hair was still brown and Dad's was still thick
But to look at it now some-times I get scared
To think that some-day they might not be there
'Cause who's gonna know but me
Who'll help me recall those small mem-o-ries
I'm all that's left of this family of three
Who's gonna know but me?
Down in the cellar under the steps
Sits an old box of junk that I've saved
Newspaper clippings, letters and cards
Even some code-a-phone tapes
Slices of life I can hold in my hand
And show to my kids so they might under-stand
In those years to come when they ask me some night
What Grandma and Grandpa used to be like
'Cause who's gonna know but me
Who'll help me recall those small mem-o-ries
I'm all that's left of this family of three
Who's gonna know but me?
If life were a video I could rewind
I'd go back and slow down each moment in time
Then I'd disconnect the fast forward button
So I'd have for-ever to tell 'em I love 'em
The older I get, I can't get enough of 'em
'Cause who's gonna know but me
Who'll help me recall all those mem-o-ries
I'm all that's left of this family of three
Who's gonna know but me?
Who's gonna know but me?