Old Joy
You sit, with the man
Throw 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'll 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 line
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'll 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