Molly's in the attic as the sun goes Looking through some boxes for her gown Now she's in the mirror in dusty white to herself in the rusty light
She says, "I've never been to but I've wanted to go To see the moon reflecting in the Seine, you To climb the Tower with the city lights sparking below
Oh, now they're just tired cliches Just some that the mirror betrays Singin, "Old woman, old What have you with your days? "Old woman, old What you done with your days?"
"I've never been to but my dreams are divine Riding gondolas under lantern Listening to guitars and sipping sweet Italian
Oh, now they're just some tired Just some wrinkles that the mirror Singin, "Old woman, old What have you with your days?" "Old woman, old What have you done with days?"
"I was a wife, I raised a But in my dreams I still go running It's a life, I see my friends But can be how all my dreaming end?
"I've never Morocco like the things I had planned To savor all the in that faraway land To buy a silk sarong and it dancing in the sand
"Oh, now just some tired cliches Just some that the mirror betrays Singin, "Old woman, old have you done with your days?"
"Old woman, old What you done with your days?" "Old woman, old What have you done with days?"
Molly's in the as the sun goes down to herself in her wedding gown