This is the lament of a young girl, inspired by a combination of Moana’s “How Far I’ll go” and her own experience of washing dishes after Christmas dinner. She hopes that this song will inspire future generations to greater efficiency in meal prep and table setting (i.e. don’t use every dish in the kitchen for one meal, please).

 

I’ve been staring at the edge of the water

ever since I finished dinner, feeling like I want to cry.

I wish I could be the care-free daughter,

but I come back to the water, no matter how hard I try.

Every cake they bake, every egg they crack,

every meat they make, every dish leads back

to the place I know, where I dread to go, where I have to be.

 

See the line where the pans meet the sink? It daunts me!

And no one knows how far it goes.

If the plates in the pots by the sink stay beside me,

today I’ll know—

if I wash there’s just no telling how long I’ll go.

 

I know everybody in this kitchen, seems so happy in this kitchen—

everything is by design.

I know everybody in this kitchen has a role in this kitchen

so maybe I can roll with mine.

I can scrub with Joy, I can make it clean,

I can beat the boys with a spotless sheen,

but outside the toys from the magazine—

they are calling me!

 

See the pile of the spoons in the sink? It’s growing!

And no one knows, how deep it goes

And it seems like it’s going to drown me, so come help me!

And let me know, how big is that line, can we beast that line?

 

The line where the pans meet the sink? It daunts me!

And no one knows, how far it goes.

If the plates in the pots by the sink stay beside me,

tonight I’ll know how far it goes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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