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