I wish I knew the magic words to dry up all our tears.
I wish I had a magic wand to make our troubles disappear.
But I don’t know the magic words and I don’t have a magic wand.
But here’s an empty hand my dear, hold on, hold on, hold on.
Yeah, when I woke up this mornin’, that dream was on my mind.
Beside me was a cigarette floating in a glass of wine.
I picked up my guitar and started strumming out of time.
I couldn’t find the reason. I could only find the rhyme.
Maybe some day, maybe some day soon.
I won’t be so far away. I won’t be the man in the moon.
I know just what you would say if you heard me sing this tune.
Singing, some day, maybe some day
Singing, some day, maybe some day soon.