It's not as simple as black and white
You had the best years of my life
And out of sight isn't always out of mind
You had the best years of my life

Radio's playing in the kitchen again
All dressed up hey its only pretend
What are you doing ‘bout 5pm
I can't help but thinking that

You and I'd be coming home
In a town we'll never know
To a house we'll never own
And anytime I come in late
You won't ever make that face
Our tomorrow's yesterdays

Hand me the keys its my turn to drive
I've been a passеnger all my life
And out of sight isn't always out of mind
Hand me thе keys it's my turn to drive

Drinking champagne on my own again
All dressed up hey its only pretend
What are you doing ‘bout 5pm
I can't help but thinking that

You and I'd be coming home
In a town we'll never know
To a house we'll never own
And anytime you come in late
I won't ever make that face
Our tomorrow's yesterdays

Oh ohh, ohh our tomorrow's yesterdays
Oh ohh, ohh our tomorrow's yesterdays

Its not as simple as black and white (ooh)
You had the best years of my life
Out of sight is not out of mind

You and I'd be coming home
In a town we'll never know
To a house we'll never own
And anytime you come in late
You won't ever make that face
Our tomorrow's yesterdays

Oh ohh, ohh our tomorrow's yesterdays
Oh ohh, ohh our tomorrow's yesterdays