You sit, with the man
Throw it all away
And you dream, of the birds

That have flown away

And you hope that you won't see it fall

Again
And you'll sing day by day
Old joy, comes back to me

You'll sing day by day
Old joy, comes back to me


You say this, is the line
Of the influence, of dreams
Tall buildings and a wife

Won't be enough for me

There is more in the world to be found

Than dreams

And you'll sing day by day

Old joy, comes back to me
You'll sing day by day
Old joy, comes back to me


Forget the things that get away
Forget the things that get away

Don't dream of yesterday
Don't dream of yesterday