Someday I'll be an old record
A picture of what once had been
Someday I'll be an old song
That they heard in a dream
Or a record machine

Someday I'll be a old fashion
With ideas as dated as yours
Someday they'll laugh at our hair
And the clothes that we wore
Like we've all laughed before

Someday there'll be no dividers
No preconceived notions or walls
Old, young, all colours and sexes
Uniting us all
Lets tear down the walls

Someday we'll all be together
In life and in death and as friends
Just like this old record goes round
And plays past the end
'Til they play it gain

Someday I'll be an old record
A picture of what once had been
Someday I'll be an old song
That they heard in a dream or a record machine
Or a record machine
Or a record machine