Seven A.M., the usual morninglineup Start on the chores and sweep 'til the floor's allclean Polish and wax, do laundry, and mop andshine up Sweepagain, and bythen it's likesevenfifteen And so Iread abook Or maybetwo orthree I'll add afew newpaintings to mygallery I'll play guitar andknit And cook andbasically Just wonderwhen will mylife begin? Then after lunch, it's puzzles and darts andbaking Paper mache, a bit of ballet, andchess Pottery and ventriloquy, candlemaking Then I'llstretch, maybesketch, take aclimb, sew adress! And I'llreread thebooks If I havetime tospare I'll paint thewalls somemore I'm sure there'sroom somewhere And then I'llbrush andbrush And brush andbrushmyhair Stuck in thesame place I'vealwaysbeen And I'll keepwondering andwondering Andwondering andwondering When will mylife begin? Tomorrownight Thelights willappear Just like theydo on mybirthdayeach year What is itlike, outthere where theyglow? Now that I'molder Mothermight just Let mego