Molly's in the attic as the sun down 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 Eiffel Tower the city lights sparking below
Oh, now just some tired cliches Just wrinkles that the mirror betrays Singin, "Old woman, old have you done with your days? "Old woman, old What have you done with days?"
"I've never been to but my dreams are divine Riding gondolas lantern shine to guitars and sipping sweet Italian wine
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 with your days?"
"I was a wife, I a child But in my dreams I still go wild It's a good life, I see my But can this be how all my dreaming
"I've never seen Morocco the things I had planned To savor all the spices in that land To buy a silk sarong and it dancing in the sand
"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 have you done with 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