Billy Joel

A picture postcard
A folded stub
A program of the play
File away
The photographs
Of your holiday
And your mementos
Will turn to dust
But that's the price you pay
For every year’s
A souvenir
That slowly fades away
Mmm hmm
Every year's
A souvenir
That slowly fades away
Mmm hmm

(Goodnight, New York! Thank you!)