when our day is done

when our day is done we’ll do cartwheels across the sun
there will be bathing suits and flutes for everyone
we’ll eat tangerines while choirs sing like wildfire
when our day is done

when our day is done you won’t be at a loss
you won’t have to lift a shovel or take orders from a boss
and we’ll wipe every bead of sweat
from our brows without regret
when our day is done

when our day is done there will be no twisted arms
no broken shins, no heroine, no 6am alarm
and we’ll take a long take a long-earned break
and eat vegan wedding cake
when our day is done

when our day is done we’ll do cartwheels across the sun
there will be bathing suits and flutes for everyone
we’ll eat tangerines while choirs sing like wildfire
when our day is done

when our day is done I’m a-gonna tap dance on the sea
throw with Joe Dimaggio and burn fashion magazines
Scott Joplin will be tickling keys 
as William Blake pens verse for me
when our day is done

and when our day is done nobody’ll give a damn
if you’re suave or beautiful or ever paid tax to Uncle Sam
and every face will shine 
like Haley’s Comet all the time
when our days are done

when our days are done we’ll do cartwheels across the sun
there will be bathing suits and flutes for everyone
we’ll eat tangerines while choirs are singin’ like wildfire
when our day has come