Some Daze

Somedays, somedays, somedays, 

when you think maybe you'll move to a nice 

New Jersey suburb and start reading Better Homes & Gardens,

and have dinner on the table by 6.

When you think maybe you'll move back to where

everybody knows your name and 

the summers are warm and sandy and

you used to be somebody.

Or maybe you'll enroll in art school and 

trek off to live under the Tuscan sun for six months, 

and cast off all that dead weight you've been

dragging around year after year after year...

Or marry someone rich and handsome

who begs you to quit that second job and 

let him take you away from it all

to a well heeled Upper West Side apartment with original architecture...

Somedays, somedays, somedays, 

when you're lurking on the edge of another birthday

and trying to figure out where you'd like to wind up

as we spin silently through space.

Somedays, these days, summer, sunny, sundays..

Someday, somewhere, someone, some way, Sondheim, Somedays...

Some daze.