7 AM, the usual morning lineup
Start on the chores and sweep 'til the floor's all clean
Polish and wax, do laundry and mop and shine up
Sweep again and by then it's like 7:15

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?

Then, after lunch, it's puzzles and darts and baking
Paper mache, a bit of ballet and chess
Pottery and ventriloquy, candle making
Then I'll stretch, maybe sketch, take a climb, sew a dress

And I'll reread the books
If I have time to spare
I'll paint the walls some more
I'm sure there's room somewhere

And then I'll brush and brush
And brush and brush my hair
Stuck in the same place I've always been

And I'll keep wanderin' and wanderin'
And wanderin' 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