There was a time I used to dream...
of all the mind could imagine,
and when I sleep it would seam...
I could climb the hightest moutain.

I recall those times so long ago...
kind of like yesterday,
and how I hated to always know...
that in my dreams I could not stay.

but all things fade, and now they're gone...
They have become lost,
for me now the picture is drawn,
but at enjoyment's cost.

There is one thing that will still remain...
it's not your adverage thing,
The one thing left that keeps me sane...
is knowing what tomorrow will bring.

because yesterday I dreamt of tomorrow...
of what there is to come,
the future's site I have borrowed...
to remove an infinite glum.

I'm prommissed a broken heart...
for every day passing by,
'Cus every time we part...
I choke on my goodbye.