Oh what to say when your daydreams turn to records in a jukebox|I don't know how it happened|Oh what to do when game you play is suddenly the end point|I thought it'd never happen|I worked so hard to make it true|But never saw it led to you|And now the clock has stopped|The cards are turned|Don't turn away, don't turn around|And now I get to call you, every day every day|My only, though you know it anyway, anyway|And now I get to hold you every day, every day|We keep the music playing, playing anyway|Oh what to see now the world is open to imagination|I never saw it coming