Written by Lili Haydn & Glen Ballard



Will she find it, will she find

solitary changing times

and someday she'll have her own party

someday she'll have her own house

someday she'll chase her own carrot

'til that day she'll live in a house with thirty people

Will we ever understand the reasons we were chosen

Obligations for the seventh day of our creation



Baby clinging, baby clings

somber notions sweet fledgling

and someday she'll write her own credo

someday she'll build her own house

someday she'll choose her own leaders

someday she'll rabble rouse

Will we ever understand the reasons we were chosen

Obligations for the seventh day of our creation



someday she'll have her own party

someday she'll have her own dream

someday she'll chase her own carrot

'till that day she'll have a hole in her front teeth

someday we'll have a new language

someday we'll say what we mean

someday we'll have compassion

'til that day our spirit will be demeaned

someday she'll have her own credo

someday she'll follow her heart

someday she'll have her own party

'til that day she's in the dark