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   'Til 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