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