7 A.M., 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 basic'ly
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 won'drin and won'dring'
And won'dring and won'dring'
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...
I've got my mother's love
I shouldn't ask for more
I've got so many things
I should be thankful for
Yes I have everything
Except, I guess, a door
Perhaps it's better that I stay in
But tell me when will my life begin
Just 24 hours till my birthday.
1 day,to the day I'm 18.
The day,which I guess,
will be spent,more or less.
Like the last,oh,6000,I've seen...