I used to dream of all those things to come
All those days and all that I could be
Doing
Dreams of music, places and of you
Wishful plans of all that I could be
Doing
Then years of darling, cats and sleep at night
All those dying plans as I grow old
It was always on my mind
It was always on my mind
It was always on my mind
It was always on my mind
We used to speak of music and of work
Remembering you smiling as I played
Playing
Those symphonic days with my strings
Unwritten songs to sing and play
Someday
Someday
Someday