Living in a dream of long forgotten promises We hoped that wed be flying 'stead of sitting on the ground All our time and money just goes to keep us breathing A shelter from the seasons A way to get around (chorus) This is not the way we meant it to be The pages of our calendar have all been thrown away Crumpled squares of days are X'd accordingly And this is not the way we meant it to be Remembering the early days The masterpiece we painted The brilliant use of color The hope they seemed to say Hope became the easel That kept our picture standing Our frame of reference shifted And the canvas turned to gray (repeat chorus) (bridge) But better times are coming I see them And these hours of ours will be the good 'ole days Each diamond studded hour will shine on you and me And life will be the way we dreamt it could be