By and by we bide our time.
By and by we abide these lines.
By and by we come to ask ourselves,
time and time again we ask ourselves:
why, oh why?
But it's never the same, it can never be the same.
The way it was is gone, but we go on, to carry on the memories
of the way it was (is gone, but we go on to carry on the memories
of the way it was is gone, but we go on to carry on the memories
of the way it was...)
If ever... if ever you ask me, "why?"
I'll tell you, "I don't know, I...
just don't know."
By and by we bide our time.
By and by we abide these lines.
By and by we come to ask ourselves,
time and time again we ask ourselves:
why, oh why?
But it’s never the same, it can never be the same.
