I'll buy a house in the Lake District,
and get myself a smoking pipe.
and go to sleep at night.
I paint a pretty picture inside my head
And I think about the person
Oh, the mother of my children,
Well, the picture starts to disappear
and it all gets fucked up
Because today is the tomorrow
that we thought about yesterday
Trying to plan the future
is an awful way to spend the day
You can't describe magic using words
And I still ain't found my magic girl
Well the truth is that I'll end up
I'll tell a tale of hearts
And I'll grumble to your stories
I paint a little picture inside my head
Oh but I can't help but thinking
that tomorrow I might be dead
Then get knocked over by a bus
Because today is the tomorrow
we thought about yesterday
I'm trying to plan the future,
it's an awful way to spend the day
You can't describe magic using words
And I still ain't found my magic girl