7 AM, the usual morning line-up:
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
Papier-mâché, 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 re-read 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 wonderin' and wonderin', and wonderin', and wonderin'
When will my life begin?