Written by lili haydn & glen ballard

Will she find it, will she find
Solitary changing times
And someday shell have her own party
Someday shell have her own house
Someday shell chase her own carrot
til that day shell 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 shell write her own credo
Someday shell build her own house
Someday shell choose her own leaders
Someday shell rabble rouse
Will we ever understand the reasons we were chosen
Obligations for the seventh day of our creation

Someday shell have her own party
Someday shell have her own dream
Someday shell chase her own carrot
till that day shell have a hole in her front teeth
Someday well have a new language
Someday well say what we mean
Someday well have compassion
til that day our spirit will be demeaned
Someday shell have her own credo
Someday shell follow her heart
Someday shell have her own party
til that day shes in the dark