Seven AM, the usual morning lineup Start on the chores and sweep 'till the floor's all clean Polish and wax, do laundry, and mop and shine up Sweep again, and by then it's like seven fifteen
And so I'll read a book Or maybe two or three I'll add a few new paintings to my gallery I'll play guitar and knit And cook and basically Just wonder: When will my life begin?
And I'll keep wonderin' and wonderin' And wonderin' and wonderin' When will my life begin?
And tomorrow night The lights will appear Just like they do on my birthday each year What is it like out there where they glow? Now that I'm older Mother might just Let me go
