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