I want an old stamp collection
Back from the grave of an obsession
I'll pick it up from there
And carry it along
I'll pass it on
I'll pass it on
I want an old player piano
To share its haunting melody
I'll pick it up from there
And carry it along
I'll pass it on
I'll pass it on
And when I join the military
To feed a growing industry
I'll sign an old constitution
And take donations for the church
I'll pick them up from here
And carry them along
I'll pass them on
I'll pass them on
When it's time I'll be sure
To pass it on
When it's time I'll be sure
To pass it on
When it's time I'll be sure
To pass it on