Drawers opening for the first time in Twelve years, I take a look inside Found an album that you left for me You had a knack for scrapbooks, It's silly I Didn't quite appreciate at the time These things you made were sweet A ticket stub to the battle of the bands A corsage from our last school dance Words you wrote 'cause you couldn't say The carpet we were lyin' on The burned CD kept playin' on Till we went our separate ways And time passes on Time passes on Time passes on Time passes on Grandma held me in close Sang to me in the language of her home Ang batang maliit Ang batang maliit (Thanks, Lola) So it goes Grandma held me in close (Grandma held me in close) Sang to me in the language of her home (Sang to me) Ang batang maliit Ang batang maliit So it goes And time passes on Time passes on Time passes on Time passes on