Record Machine (Someday I'll Be An Old record)
Jess Leary / Melanie Safka
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