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