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”

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