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