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 I had an old dog that was loyal and sure She's in heaven now and these tags are 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, gla** and fabric? I forget that's 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 gla** horses, a stack of 45s 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, gla** and fabric I forget that's 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 pa**ed But 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, gla** and fabric I forget that's it's there but I'm glad I still have it There is an old box I keep safe in the attic