What happened here?
What happens when what happened then comes to an end
and disappears … and gets carried away to others that say,
Fol lol the doh fol the day?

Dreams become memories,
memories of things of that never have been;
memories of flying far over things I’ve never seen.

And the mirror is another day older
than the face on the wall that’s staring at me.
Yesterday’s promise can wait ’til tomorrow is seems.
And the people sing, Fol lol the doh fol the day. Fol the doh fol the day.

Someone is as sure as tomorrow,
another is as sure as he stands here today;
as sure as the world, tomorrow may never take place.

And the mirror is another day older
than the face on the wall that’s starting at me.
Yesterday’s promise can wait ’til tomorrow it seems.

And the mirror is another day older
in spite of the time that I’ve got.
Tomorrow is yesterday promising things I’m not.
And the people sing, Fol lol the doh fol the day. Fol the doh fol the day.

©2011 Pale Yellow Music/ASCAP