Family Photo

Daddy's old piano's been stuck inside my mind all afternoon
It's a shame he never played it
He just let it sit there old and out of tune in the living room
Where it's still sitting today, although he's gone away

That old family photo, who would've known it'd be the last we'd take
And at times I really hate it
'Cause it makes me wonder why things have to change the way they did that day
Yet it's there inside that frame, though it's starting to fade
But the memories remain as crystal clear as day

Things have never been the same and they never will again