I wish I had a record

of the promises you made

so that I could play it back to you.

That record would remind you,

once, you said love wouldn't fade

and that you would never be untrue!

What happened to that cottage

of which we always spoke?

Was it just a pipe dream

that went up in smoke?

I wish I had a record

of how close you said we'd be

so that I could play it back to you,

and maybe you'd come back to me!



What happened to that cottage

of which we always spoke?

Was it just a pipe dream

that went up in smoke?

I wish I had a record

of how close you said we'd be

so that I could play it back to you . . .

and maybe you'd come back . . .

to me!

Words and Music by Hal David,

Al Goodhart and Arthur Altman