i will fall down from my feet   and i will beat the ground and look up at the sky   i will sit alone and thing   and i will keep on asking "why? why? why?"      and when my mouth is getting dry, i will drink   and when i have to let it out, i will sing   just like i've always done      and so i'll keep on waking up when the sun comes in   wish that we could stay in bed all day   but there's too much to be done before the sun goes down   and makes it hard to see why i showered, dressed, and ate      and when i'm done with being awake, i will sleep   and when my lover has to leave, i will weep   just like i've always done      and i'll try growing old with grace   cherish every single wrinkle on my face   'cause that's something you can't fake   and i'll be proud that i've survived so many days      and when i'm done with all my work, i will rest   and when i'm done with being alive, i'll be dead   just like i've always done.