You sit with the man who threw 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 will 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 life 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 will 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