Someday, Come Soon

Someday’s for “asking out”
Sharing our names
Someday’s for jumping out
Of old picture frames
Someday’s for trading this
Desk job for a dream
Someday’s rekindling
Sex-life and self-esteem

All of this could be in our hands
All of this could be in our hands
Don’t sing along, don’t sing along, don’t say it with me
My hand beside hers… Someday, come soon
I heave a sigh and say “Someday, come soon”

Someday’s for praying
And finally getting answers
Someday writes novels
And pays career dancers
And someday’s got a vaccine
For every kind of illness
Someday pays debts and
Builds homes for all the homеless

All of this could be in our hands
All of this could be in our hands
Don’t sing along, don’t sing along, don’t say it with mе
Our hands are empty… Someday, come soon
Hope, love, and plenty… Someday, come soon

And Sartre smiles because he knows this is our stop
But when will I get my self off of his bus?

If all of this could be our hands
Sing along, sing along, say it with me
Our dreams, desires; Someday, come soon
I heave a sigh and say “Someday, come soon”
My hand beside hers… Someday, come soon
I heave a sigh and say “Someday, come soon”