Carrie Newcomer, Up In The Attic

Tied up in a bundle
Is a stack of love letters
From a boy that meant trouble
When I didn't know better
A green cat's eye marble
I won in fifth grade
A schoolyard trophy from the toughest guy I played

Now I had an old doggie
She was loyal and true
She's in heaven now
And these tags were hers
A picture my daughter drew
When she was just four
Of the angel that kissed her
The hour she was born

Up in the attic
Up in the attic
Is a treasure of paper
Glass and fabric
I forget that it's there
But I'm glad I still have it
There is an old box I keep safe in the attic

A collection of glass horses
A stack of 45's
A ring my mom gave me when she was still alive
A diary of secrets I had to confess
A car key, a house key
My first wedding dress

Up in the attic
Up in the attic
Is a treasure of paper
Glass and fabric
I forget that it's there
But I'm glad I still have it
There is an old box I keep safe in the attic

Now I know it's just the memories
That finally last
I know the use for these things
Long ago passed
It's just one small box
I can't seem to lose
Through so many changes
And so many moves

Up in the attic
Up in the attic
Is a treasure of paper
Glass and fabric
I forget that it's there
But I'm glad I still have it
There is an old box I keep safe in the attic