One of these days
I'll jump on a bus
And take a free ride
And go bathing
When it's high tide.
One of these days
I'll throw stones at police
Carry a banner
Demonstrate for peace.
One of these days
A new day will dawn
That'll be the day
That I'll be no longer torn
Between what I should
And shouldn't do.
It's hard being good
And being myself too.
October 1969
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