(Chuck Jones/Steve Seskin)

Look at me, eighteen and tanned,
Behind the wheel of my old van,
"Hotel California" turned up loud,
No air-conditioning, windows down
Look at you smilin' at me,
Don't know when I've been as happy,
As that weekend out in Joshua Tree,
When I got down on my knees
An' I like lookin' at old photographs
Reminds me of the way we've always made each other laugh

Pictures of a life we've made together
Memories of a love that just gets better with time
So many good times,
There's no way I will forget
They've got me thinkin' 'bout pictures,
We haven't taken yet

Next year let's go to Disneyworld,
Can't wait to see our little girl,
Hold hands with Mickey Mouse,
Chocolate ice-cream on her mouth
An' you'll get all upset when I,
Snap you comin' off that ride,
With that pasty white look:
You won't put that one in our book
An' I like lookin' back at all the things we've done
But I love dreamin' of the years yet to come

Pictures of a life we've made