Somewhere out of sight
I’ve a box of old-fashioned dreams
Life’s not always just what it seems
Always what it seems

Somewhere out of sight
I’ve a box of plans and desires
Gone in smoke, just like burned-out fires
Gone in smoke, like burned-out fires

But I still go on hoping and
Greeting each new day with a smile
Life was not meant for moping
Cause living is always well worthwhile

Somewhere out of sight
I’ve a box of old memories
Just like songs in different keys
Some songs in different keys

Somewhere out of sight
I’ve a box I’ll open one day
When good fortune has come my way
When good fortune comes my way

And so I go on waiting
And greeting each new day with a smile
Life was not meant for moping?
’Cause living is well worthwhile