Seven Am, The UsualMorning LineupStart On The Chores And Sweep'Til The Floor's All CleanPolish And Wax, Do Laundry,And Mop And Shine UpSweep Again, And By ThenIt's Like Seven FifteenAnd So I'll Read A BookOr Maybe Two Or ThreeI'll Add A Few New PaintingsTo My GalleryI'll Play Guitar And KnitAnd Cook And BasicallyJust Wonder When WillMy Life Begin?Then After Lunch It's PuzzlesAnd Darts And BakingPaper Mache, A BitOf Ballet And ChessPottery And Ventriloquy,Candle MakingThen I'll Stretch, MaybeSketch, Take A ClimbSew A Dress!And I'll Re-Read The BooksIf I Have Time To SpareI'll Paint The Walls Some MoreI'm Sure There's Room SomewhereAnd Then I'll Brush And BrushAnd Brush And Brush My HairStuck In The Same PlaceI've Always BeenAnd I'll Keep Wonderin' And Wonderin'And Wonderin' And Wonderin'When Will My Life Begin?Tomorrow NightThe Lights Will AppearJust Like They Do On MyBirthday Each YearWhat Is It LikeOut There Where They Glow?Now That I'm OlderMother Might JustLet Me Go
