Act 1

The Actors Nightmare

GEORGE: Oh, Im sorry. I dont know how I got in here.(Pauses, smiles uncomfortably at the
audience) Maybe someone else will come out in a minute. (Pause) Of course, sometimes people
have soliloquies in Shakespeare. Lets just wait a moment more and maybe someone will come.
(The lights change suddenly to a dim spot center stage. George is not standing in the spot.) Oh
dear. (He moves awkwardly to the spot, decides to do his best.) To be or not to be, that is the
question. (Doesnt know anymore.) Oh maid! Line. Line! Ohhhh..Oh, what a rogue and
peasant slave am I. Whether tis nobler in the minds eye to kill oneself, or not killing oneself, to
sleep a great deal. We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our lives are rounded by a little
sleep. George moves into it.) Uh,thrift , thrift, Horatio. Neither a borrower or a lender be. There
is a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. Extraordinary how potent cheap music can be.
Out, out damn spot! I come to wive it wealthily in Padua- if wealthily then happily in Padua.
(sings) Brush up your Shakespeare- start quoting him now! Da da da George moves into it.)I
wonder whose yacht that is! How was China? Very large, China. How was Japan? Very small,
Japan. I pledge allegience to the flag of the United States of America and to the republic for
which is stands, one nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all. Line. Line!
Oh my God. Oh my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended thee and I detest the loss of
heaven and the pains of hell. But most of all because they offend thee, my God, who art loving
and deserving of all my love. I swear to confess my sins, do penance and amend my life, Amen.
(friendly) That's the act of contrition Catholic schoolchildren say in confession to be forgiven
their sins. Catholic adults say it as well, I imagine... I don't know any Catholic adults. Line!
(Explaining) When you call for a line, the stage manager normally gives you your next line to
refresh your memory. Line! The quality of mercy is not strained. It droppeth like a gentle rain
upon the place below when we have shuffled off this mortal coil. Alas, Poor Yorick- I knew him
well. Get thee to a nunnery- Line!- Nunnery. As a child I was taught by nuns and then in high
school by Benedictine priests. I really rather liked the nuns. They were sort of warm but they
were also fairly crazy too. Line. I liked the priests also...the school was on the grounds of the
monastery and my junior and senior years I spent a few weekends joining in the daily routine of
the monastery: prayers then breakfast then prayers then lunch then prayers then supper then
prayers then sleep. I found the predictability quite attractive. And the food was good. I was going
to join the monastery after high school but they said I was too young and should wait. And then I
just stopped believing in all those things, so I never did join the monastery. I became an
accountant. I studied logarithms and cosine and tangent... (Irritated) Line!(Apologetic) I'm sorry.
This is supposed to be Hamlet or Private Lives or something and I keep rattling on like a maniac-
I really do apologize. I just don't recall attending a single rehearsal. I don't know what I was
doing. And also you came here to see Edwin Booth and you get me. I really am very
embarrassed. Sorry. Line! (Singing) A, b, c, d, e, f, g, h, i, j, k, l , m, n, o, p, q, r, s, t...Its a far far
better thing I do then I have ever done before... Its a far far better place I go to than I have ever
been before. Get thee to a nunnery!

Here I Am

Would ya look at that coffered ceiling,

Look at that chandelier.
Excuse me but how I'm feeling
Is a hundred-proof.
I could raise the roof.
I'm so happy to be here.
I've been kind of missing
Mom and Daddy,
Sort of in a spin since Cincinnatti.
The morning flight, a major bore
But then they open the cabin door
And zut alors-
Here I am!
Lord knows I had the will
And the resources
But Mom and Dad kept saying
"Hold your horses."
I guess those ponies couldn't wait-
Pardon me folks but
They've left the gate
I may be late, but
Here I am!
Ah, the way to be, to me, is French
The way to say "La Vie" is French
So here I am, Beaumont Sur Mer,
Two whole weeks on the Rivier-a.
If I'm only dreaming
Please don't wake me.
Let the summer sun
And Breezes take me.
Excuse me if I seem je jeune,
I promise I'll find my marbles soon
But everywhere I look
It's like a scene from a book.
Open the book and
Here I am!
I mean the air is French
That chair is French
This nice sincere sancerre is French
The skies are French
The pies are French
Those guys are French
These fries are French!
Pardon me if I
Fly off the handle,
No place else on earth
Can hold a candleSo, Veni Vidi Vici, folks
Let's face it,
Je suis ici, folks!
Excusez-moi
If i spot-
I'm letting my
Je n'sais quoi out.
I'm sorry to shout but
Here I am!

The Producers/ When You Got It, Flaunt It

Ulla:
Bialystok n Bloom? Gut tag pa dig

Leo:
What?

Ulla:
Oh, excuse me. Ay bane Svenska- Svedish. Casting today?

Leo:
Casting? Casting? Oh, no, no, no miss, were not casting, we wont be casting for as least
another few

Max:
Casting! Casting! Yes, we just started casting today!

Leo:
Were casting?

Max:
Were casting. Whats your name, my dear?

Ulla:
My name is Ulla Inga Hansen Bensen Yonsen Tallen-Hallen Svaden-Svanson.

Max:
Wait! Whats your first name?

Ulla:
That vas my first name. You wanna hear my last name?

Max:
We dont have time. Well call you Ulla. What do you do, Ulla?

Ulla:
Ulla sing and dance. You cant Ulla make audition?

Leo:
No, no, miss, that wont be

Max:
Yes, make audition, make audition. Make audition all over the office.

Leo:
All right, make audition.

Ulla:
Picture. Resume.

Leo:
What are your going to sing?

Ulla:
Vell, yesterday, even I vas stepping out of a big white Rolls Royce limo, a crazy person yelled
something out a vindow that inspired me to write this song.

Ven you got it, flaunt it

Step right up and strut your stuff
People tell you modesty's a wirtue
But in the theatre modesty can hurt you
Ven you got it, flaunt it
Show your assets, let them know you're proud
Your goodies you must push
Stick out your chest, shake your tush
Ven you got it, shout it out loud
Now Ulla dance.

Ven you got it, show it

Put your hidden treasures on display
Violinists love to play an E-string
But audiences really love a G-string
Ven you got it, shout it!
Let the whole vorld hear vat you're about
Clothes may make the man
All a girl needs is a tan
Ven you got it, let it hang out!
Remember ven Ulla dance?
Ulla dance again!

Ven I was yust a little girl in Sveden

My thoughtful mother gave me this advice
If nature blesses you from top to bottom
Show that top to bottom, don't think twice
Now Ulla belt!
Don't think twice!
Ven you got it, share it
Let the public feast upon your charms
People say that being prim is proper
But ev'ry showgirl knows that prim will stop her
Ven you got it, give it
Don't be selfish, give it all a-vay
Don't be shy, be bold 'n' cute
Show the boys your birthday suit
Ven you got it, if you got it
Once you got it, shout out hooray!

Ulla:
Okey-dokey. You like it?

Max:
Like it? I want you to know, my dear, that even though were sitting down, were giving you a
standing ovation

Ulla:
Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!

Leo:
Huh? Wait a minute. We dont even know if theres a part for her in the show.

Max:
There is always a part in the show for the producers girlfriend. Offer her the job.

Leo:
All right, if yo say so. Just a moment, miss, we might have a position for you.

Max:
As a matter of fact, we might have several position for you.

Leo:
Until the show gets going we can offer you a job as a secretary-slash-receptionish.

Ulla:
Secretary-slash-receptionish? Okey-slash-dokey. Ay can do it. Answer telephone. Bialystock and
Bloom, Bialystock and Bloom.

Max:
Smart as a whip. Youre hired!
Ulla:
Ooh!
Leo:
Well, all rightIf he says so. Secretary-slash-receptionish, and maybe you could tidy up around
here a little bit.

Ulla:
Tidy up? Tidy up? Such a funny word. What means tidy up?

Leo:
Uh, you know, clean

Max:
Make look nice.

Ulla:
Oh, ja. Ulla can make tidy up.

Leo:
Good. What time can you be here in the morning?

Ulla:
VellUlla vake up every morning at five a.m. From five to seven, Ulla like to exercise. From
seven to eight, Ulla like to take long shower. From eight to nine, Ulla like to have big Swedish
breakfast, many different herrings. From nine to eleven, Ulla like to practice her singing and
dancing. And at eleven, Ulla like to have sex. What time should I get here?

Max and Leo:

Eleven!

Ulla:
Gut. Ulla come at eleven. Gut tag pa dig.

Max and Leo:

Gut ta pa dig:

Ulla:
Gut ta pa dig.

Max and Leo

Gut ta pa dig.

Ulla:
God bless America.
Max:
God bless Sweden!

Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again

You were once my one companion

You were all that mattered
You were once a friend and father
Then my world was shattered
Wishing you were somehow here again
Wishing you were somehow near
Sometimes it seemed if I just dreamed
Somehow you would be here
Wishing I could hear your voice again
Knowing that I never would
Dreaming of you won't help me to do
All that you dreamed I could
Passing bells and sculpted angels
Cold and monumental
Seem for you the wrong companions
You were warm and gentle
Too many years fighting back tears
Why can't the past just die?
Wishing you were somehow here again
Knowing we must say, "Goodbye"
Try to forgive, teach me to live
Give me the strength to try
No more memories, no more silent tears
No more gazing across the wasted years
Help me say, "Goodbye"
Help me say, "Goodbye"

Too Late To Turn Back Now

Clyde:
I was holding up a grocery store. Easy money, in and out. He had his gun right on me.
Bonnie:
What happened, Clyde?
Clyde:
It was him or me, sweetheart.

Bonnie:
I gotta get out now while I still can
While I'm still in the clear
The dream is done it's over now
Gotta get me outta here
Clyde:
Don't say that we're both in shock
We need to think this through
It ain't my fault I had no choice
Nothing I could do

Bonnie:
With that bullet you shot him and you shot me
Clyde how stupid can you be?

Clyde:
It's too late to turn the clock back
I would do it if I could
We can talk bout this forever
But it still won't do no good
I wouldn't hurt you for the world babe
But we'll get through this somehow

Bonnie:
I'll get through this cause I'm leaving
Not too late to turn back now
Thought I'd sign with MGM
I won't see that dream die

Clyde:
I don't give a damn bout MGM
And don't you say goodbye
How can you think of leaving
Get those thoughts out of your head
You ain't going nowhere

Bonnie:
Clyde I meant what I said

Clyde:
You come here right now show me that Bonnie smile
Babe I need to see that smile
It's too late to say I'm sorry
It's too late for all of that
We cannot change what has happened
Let's face what we're looking at
You got every right to be mad
But let's move on anyhow
We were born to be together
It's too late to turn back...
Bonnie:
My mistake is loving you
Even if I walked away
My heart won't let me get far
I would die without you Clyde

Clyde:
I would die without you babe

Both:
And now look how alive we are
It's too late to turn the clock back
It's too late for all of that
It's too late to beg forgiveness
Let's face what we're looking at

Bonnie:
I knew I would make the headlines
But I wasn't sure just how

Both:
Feel our journey has just started

Clyde:
It's too late to turn back now

Bonnie:
It's too late to turn back now

Clyde:
It's too late to turn back now

Bonnie:
It's too late to turn back now

Both:
It's too late to turn back now

Believe In Me

Look at me! Not the dress, not the hair, just look at me.

Who am I?
A girl you hardly know.
And though we met just once
Not very long ago.
In you, I found not just a fantasy,
But someone to believe in me.
I once was told,
No matter how I tried,
A prince would never love
The girl I was inside.
I simply believed what my eyes could see
And I forgot to believe in me.
Is a princess really different from a peasant girl?
When our hearts break, we shed the same tears.
Does anyone deserve less than a chance at happiness
When we all share the same hopes and fears?
I used to dream
And wish with all my heart.
Id find my one true love
And make a brand new start.
I spent my life
Hoping someday my dreams would set me free,
But now I am learning the true reality
That I can wish, hope and dream,
But its never meant to be
Unless I believe in me

Act 2

Gimme Gimme

A simple choice, nothing more

This or that, either or
Marry well, social whirl, business man, clever girl
Or pin my future on a green glass love
What kind of life am I dreaming of?
I say gimme, gimme ... gimme, gimme
Gimme, gimme that thing called love
I want it
Gimme, gimme that thing called love
I need it
Highs and lows, tears and laughter
Gimme happy ever after
Gimme, gimme that thing called love
Gimme, gimme that thing called love
I crave it
Gimme, gimme that thing called love
I'll brave it
Thick 'n thin, rich or poor time
Gimme years and I'll want more time
Gimme, gimme that thing called love
Gimme, gimme that thing called love
I'm free now
Gimme, gimme that thing called love
I see now
Fly, dove! Sing, sparrow!
Gimme Cupid's famous arrow
Gimme, gimme that thing called love
I don't care if he's a nobody
In my heart he'll be a somebody
Somebody to love me!
I need it
Gimme, gimme that thing called love
I want it
Here I am, St. Valentine
My bags are packed, I'm first in line
Aphrodite, don't forget me
Romeo and Juliet me
Fly, dove! Sing, sparrow!
Gimme fat boy's famous arrow
Gimme, gimme that thing called love!

The Tempest

Miranda:
Alas, now, pray you,
Work not so hard: I would the lightning had
Burnt up those logs that you are enjoin'd to pile!
Pray, set it down and rest you: when tis done,
'Twill weep for having wearied you. My father
Is hard at study; pray now, rest yourself;
He's safe for these three hours.

Ferdinand:
O most dear mistress,
The sun will set before I shall discharge
What I must strive to do.

Miranda:
If you'll sit down,
I'll bear your logs the while: pray, give me that;
I'll carry it to the pile.

Ferdinand:
No, precious creature;
I had rather crack my sinews, break my back,
Than you should such dishonour undergo,
While I sit lazy by.

Miranda:
It would become me
As well as it does you: and I should do it
With much more ease; for my good will is to it,
And yours it is against.
You look wearily.

Ferdinand:
No, noble mistress;'tis fresh morning with me
When you are by at night. I do beseech you--
Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers--
What is your name?

Miranda:
Miranda.--O my father,
I have broke your hest to say so!

Ferdinand:
Admired Miranda!
Indeed the top of admiration! worth
What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady
I have eyed with best regard and many a time
The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues
Have I liked several women; never any
With so fun soul, but some defect in her
Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed
And put it to the foil: but you, O you,
So perfect and so peerless, are created
Of every creature's best!

Miranda:
I do not know
One of my sex; no woman's face remember,
Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen
More that I may call men than you, good friend,
And my dear father: how features are abroad,
I am skilless of; but, by my modesty,
The jewel in my dower, I would not wish
Any companion in the world but you,
Nor can imagination form a shape,
Besides yourself, to like of. But I prattle
Something too wildly and my father's precepts
I therein do forget.

Ferdinand:
I am in my condition
A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king;
I would, not so!--and would no more endure
This wooden slavery than to suffer
The flesh-fly blow my mouth. Hear my soul speak:
The very instant that I saw you, did
My heart fly to your service; there resides,
To make me slave to it; and for your sake
Am I this patient log--man.

Miranda:
Do you love me?

Ferdinand:
O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound
And crown what I profess with kind event
If I speak true! if hollowly, invert
What best is boded me to mischief! I
Beyond all limit of what else i' the world
Do love, prize, honour you.

Miranda:
I am a fool
To weep at what I am glad of.

Ferdinand:
Wherefore weep you?

Miranda:
At mine unworthiness that dare not offer
What I desire to give, and much less take
What I shall die to want. But this is trifling;
And all the more it seeks to hide itself,
The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning!
And prompt me, plain and holy innocence!
I am your wife, if you will marry me;
If not, I'll die your maid: to be your fellow
You may deny me; but I'll be your servant,
Whether you will or no.

Ferdinand:
My mistress, dearest;
And I thus humble ever.

Miranda:
My husband, then?

Ferdinand:
Ay, with a heart as willing
As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand.

Miranda:
And mine, with my heart in't; and now farewell
Till half an hour hence.

Ferdinand:
A thousand thousand!

I Dont Know How To Love Him

I don't know how to love him.

What to do, how to move him.
I've been changed, yes really changed.
In these past few days, when I've seen myself,
I seem like someone else.
I don't know how to take this.
I don't see why he moves me.
He's a man. He's just a man.
And I've had so many men before,
In very many ways,
He's just one more.
Should I bring him down?
Should I scream and shout?
Should I speak of love,
Let my feelings out?
I never thought I'd come to this.
What's it all about?
Don't you think it's rather funny,
I should be in this position.
I'm the one who's always been
So calm, so cool, no lover's fool,
Running every show.
He scares me so.
Should I bring him down?
Should I scream and shout?
Should I speak of love,
Let my feelings out?
I never thought I'd come to this.
What's it all about?
Yet, if he said he loved me,
I'd be lost. I'd be frightened.
I couldn't cope, just couldn't cope.
I'd turn my head. I'd back away.
I wouldn't want to know.
He scares me so.
I want him so.
I love him so.

How Could I Ever Know?

Lily:
How could I know I would have to leave you?
How could I know I would hurt you so?
You were the one I was born to love!
Oh, how could I ever know?
How could I ever know?
How can I say to go on without me?
How, when I know you still need me so?
How can I say not to dream about me?
How could I ever know?
How could I ever know?
Forgive me.
Can you forgive me
And hold me in your heart,
And find some new way to love me
Now that we're apart?
How could I know I would never hold you?
Never again in this world, but oh,
Sure as you breathe, I am there inside you,
How could I ever know?
How could I ever know?

Archibald:
How can I hope to go on without you?
How can I know where you'd have me go?
How can I bear not to dream about you?
Oh, how can I let you go?

Lily:
How could I ever know?

Archibald:
All I need...
Lily:
Is there in the garden!

Archibald:
All I would ask...

Lily:
Is care for the child of our love!
Come, go with me, safe I will keep you.

Archibald:
Where you would lead me,
There I would,

Lily:
There I would, there we would,

Both:
There we will go.
Oh! How could I know?
Tell me how could I know?
Never to know you would ever leave me!
How could we know?

Both:
How could I ever know?
As You Like It

Think not I love him, though I ask for him.

'Tis but a peevish boy; yet he talks well;
But what care I for words? yet words do well,
When he that speaks them pleases those that hear.
It is a pretty youth: not very pretty:
But, sure, he's proud; and yet his pride becomes him:
He'll make a proper man: the best thing in him
Is his complexion; and faster than his tongue
Did make offence his eye did heal it up.
He is not very tall; yet for his years he's tall:
His leg is but so so; and yet 'tis well:
There was a pretty redness in his lip,
A little riper and more lusty red
Than that mix'd in his cheek; 'twas just the difference
Betwixt the constant red and mingled damask.
There be some women, Silvius, had they mark'd him
In parcels as I did, would have gone near
To fall in love with him; but, for my part,
I love him not nor hate him not; and yet
Have more cause to hate him than to love him:
For what had he to do to chide at me?
He said mine eyes were black and my hair black;
And, now I am remember'd, scorn'd at me.
I marvel why I answer'd not again:
But that's all one; omittance is no quittance.
I'll write to him a very taunting letter,
And thou shalt bear it: wilt thou, Silvius

The Simple Joys of Maidenhood

Saint Genevieve, Saint Genevieve

It's Guinevere, remember me?
Saint Genevieve, Saint Genevieve
I'm over here beneath this tree!
You know how faithful and devout I am
You must admit I've always been a lamb
But Genevieve, Saint Genevieve
I won't obey you anymore
You've gone a bit too far
I won't be bid and bargained for
Like beads at a bazaar
Saint Genevieve, I've run away
Eluded them and fled
And from now on I intend to pray
To someone else instead!
Oh, Genevieve, Saint Genevieve
Where were you when my youth was sold?
Dear Genevieve, Sweet Genevieve
Shan't I be young before I'm old?
Where are the simple joys of maidenhood?
Where are all those adoring daring boys?
Where's the knight pining so for me
he leaps to death in woe for me?
Oh where are a maiden's simple joys?
Shan't I have the normal life a maiden should?
Shall I never be rescued in the wood?
Shall two knights never tilt for me
and let their blood be spilt for me?
Oh where are the simple joys of maidenhood?
Shall I not be on a pedestal,
Worshipped and competed for?
Not be carried off, or better st'll,
Cause a little war?
Where are the simple joys of maidenhood?
Are these sweet, gentle pleasures gone for good?
Shall a feud not begin for me?
Shall kith not kill their kin for me?
Oh, where are the trivial joys,
Harmless, convivial joys
Where are the simple joys of maidenhood?

AMy Name is Still Alice

Excuse me, are you the registry consultant? Well, I'm here to register! For gifts. I'm very
excited. When is the happy event? There isn't one. I'm not getting married. I'll probably never
get married. Yes, I know that you only register brides. Frankly, I find that a little discriminatory.
I'm here to register and I really don't want any hassle. No, nodon't get the manager. It's just
that yesterday while I was attaching tiny silver bells to a spice rack for my friends, this voice
inside my head started screaming at me. It said, "Schmuck! Why do you keep buying presents
for people who have found everything they want?" Isn't it enough that they fell in love? They've
already won the sweepstakes, why do they need door prizes? Now then, I need things. I need
matching luggage. Candlesticks! Put me down for two pairs! Come on, just do it! I know I'm
single. I confront that fact every day of my life. You want to know when the special event is? A
week from Saturday. I'm throwing a shower to announce a life of singlehood, and the beauty is I
won't have to return anything if it doesn't work out!

Diamonds Are A Girls Best Friend

The French are glad to die for love

They delight in fighting duels
But I prefer a man who lives
And gives expensive jewels
A kiss on the hand
May be quite continental
But diamonds are a girl's best friend
A kiss may be grand
But it won't pay the rental
On your humble flat
Or help you at the automat
Men grow cold
As girls grow old
And we all lose our charms in the end
But square-cut or pear-shaped
These rocks don't loose their shape
Diamonds are a girl's best friend
I know of affairs that are strictly plutonic
But diamonds are a girls best friend
And I think affairs that you must keep masonic
Are much better bets
If little pets get big baugettes
Time rolls on and youth is gone
And you cant straighten up when you bend
But stiff back, or still knees
You stand straight at Tiffanys
Diamonds are a girls best friend
There may come a time
When a lass needs a lawyer
But diamonds are a girl's best friend
There may come a time
When a hard-boiled employer
Thinks you're awful nice
But get that ice or else no dice
He's your guy
When stocks are high
But beware when they start to descend
It's then that those louses
Go back to their spouses
Diamonds are a girl's best friend

Confessions of a Shopaholic

Let's...suppose I'm in a clothes shop! I'm in a clothes shop and I've chosen a wonderful cashmere
Nicole Farhi coat. Okay? Okay, so imagine I'm standing in the checkout queue, minding my own
business, when a sales assistant comes up to me and says, "Why not buy this other coat instead?
It's better quality-and I'll throw in a free bottle of perfume." I've got no reason to distrust the
sales assistant, so I think, wonderful, and I buy the other coat. But when I get outside, I discover
that this other coat isn't Nicole Farhi and isn't real cashmere. I go back in-and the shop won't give
me a refund. I was ripped off. And the point is, so were thousands of Flagstaff Life customers.
They were persuaded out of their original choice of investment, into a fund which left them
20,000 worse off. Perhaps Flagstaff Life didn't break the law. Perhaps they didn't contravene
any regulations. But there's a natural justice in this world, and they didn't just break that, they
shattered it. Those customers deserved that windfall. They were loyal, long-standing customers
and they deserved it. And if you're honest, Luke Brandon, you know they deserved it.

Home

All my life I've been waiting

In my mind, in a rocking
For my fancy to take the air
I would know the time
Tick and tock went my childhood
Father said I would know the place
Skin would tingle and pulse would race
As they do...It's here! I'm...
Home, where music fills the air, and I'm
Home, where a thousand lovers cry
Swoon and sigh, and I'm
Home, Where ev'ry violin
Plays a treat as sweet as a honeycomb
Wherever music plays I know I'm home.
Here, where fables come alive, year by year
We forget our troubled nights, under lights
And each tear becomes a gentle tune or duet
Kept straight by a metronome...
And if I'm singing, then I know, I'm home.
Where ev'ry English horn
Makes me feel glad I'm born
And any woodwind trill
Excites a thrill that's new!
The giant contrabass...
The great soprano's face
Combine to make a perfect world
Far better than what's outside.
Dreams--I've lived within my dreams
Now it sems I've awakened and they're real
Pinch and feel! If one day
I walk upon this stage from these wings
And play underneath this dome
And if I sing with all my heart...
I'll be home.