Took all of the beer bottles from the whole block in my wagon
Cross the highway, in the vacant lot, I got an orange knee-high
Baseball cards

Maria broke the second-story window
With her head and the back of her hand
Dad wrapped it up in an old bedsheet
And her husband stood around at the end of the block

I saved every little thing
'Cause it's hard to throw it all away
It's all part of my permanent record
And I'm gonna go through it all someday

Bought a transistor radio
For a dollar at Brandon's house
I took it apart then I put it back together
In a spaceship made from a refrigerator box

I made my own French horn
With a funnel and some garden hose
I left it out in the knee-high grass
Night fell, and I never saw it again

I saved every little thing
'Cause it's hard to throw it all away
It's all part of my permanent record
And I'm gonna go through it all someday

Every little word is a dagger
Every single look is a diamond ring
Nothing can erase this moment
It's all there is, it's everything

Rode to my grandpa's funeral
Backseat of a Pontiac Pinto
Big boy, with my aunt and my uncle
Was the first time I wore a seat belt

I loved a girl named Shannon
In my third grade class
I never told her that her hair was golden
Then I moved away to California

I saved every little thing
'Cause it's hard to throw it all away
It's all part of my permanent record
And I'm gonna go through it all someday


Lyrics submitted by blinxbcr

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