Wake Me Up When September Ends -American Idiot

Keeping up with the theme of September-themed songs as the month comes to a close, here too is this one by Green Day, also featured in their 2010 musical, American Idiot. I'll be honest, I don't know much about the show itself plot-wise, but the album has some really excellent vocals and stars John Gallagher Jr. (who you might recall from Spring Awakening). So I invite you sing this one.
Here are the lyrics:

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends

Like my father's come to pass
Seven years has gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends

Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are

As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when September ends

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends

Bring out the bells again
Like we did when spring began
Wake me up when September ends

Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are

As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when September ends

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends

Like my father's come to pass
Twenty years has gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends

Wake me up when September ends
Wake me up when September ends

Here's a performance by the cast on Regis & Kelly:

It Might As Well Rain Until September -Carole King

Since the month of September is near an end, I figured it's better late than never to post this one by the ever-talented Carole King. This song, along with many of her hits is featured in the recent Broadway musical, Beautiful: The Carole King Musical. The famous songstress is portrayed brilliantly by now Tony Winner Jessie Mueller. I'm not usually one for jukebox musicals but I must admit, I actually really enjoyed the cast album for this one. I invite you to check it out and sing this lovely ditty.
Here are the lyrics:

What shall I write? What can I say?
How can I tell you how much I miss you?

The weather here has been as nice as it can be
Although it doesn't really matter much to me
For all the fun I'll have while you're so far away
It might as well rain until September

I don't need sunny skies for thing I like to do
'Cause I stay home the whole day long and think of you
As far as I'm concerned each day's a rainy day
So It might as well rain until September

My friends look forward to their picnics on the beach
Yes everybody loves the summertime
But you know darling while your arms are out of reach
The summer isn't any friend of mine

It doesn't matter whether skies are gray or blue
It's raining in my heart 'cause I can't be with you
I'm only living for the day you're home to stay
So It might as well rain until September
September, September, oh, it might as well rain until September

Here's the album version of the song. Jessie Mueller really does a fabulous job as Carole King:

How Can Love Survive? -The Sound of Music

It's "Sound of Music" week at 42ndst! And such is my love for this show that I thought I'd post this perhaps lesser known song from the original 1959 stage musical version. In this number the completely fabulous Baroness Elsa Von Schraeder and Uncle Max muse on how her romance with Captain Von Trapp doesn't have enough struggle like the lovers in stories. They charmingly wonder "how can love survive?" for two millionaires without a care in the world. Last year NBC aired its Sound of Music Live! which starred the human perfection that is Laura Benanti as the Baroness. I don't think I can stress just how much I love that Laura Benanti (one of my favorite people ever) plays what I consider to be the most fabulous unsung hero in this story. It's a good thing the Captain falls for Maria, I don't think he could have handled Elsa's pizazz. I mean, this is single millionaire business woman in pre-WWII Austria. Things were great for her, especially for a lady in that era. She didn't need to be fleeing Nazis with seven kids in tow, she was probably best off having adventures on her plane and diesel-yacht and sipping bubbly with her bestie, Uncle Max. I would in fact love to see a whole show with just that premise. Before I end up writing a whole essay entitled "Elsa Von Schreider and the Feminist Perspective of The Sound of Music," I'll stop now and invite you to join me and sing as Uncle Max in this song. I sang Elsa. See the video below for the marvelous Laura Benanti and Christian Borle in last year's TV special for reference! 
Here are the lyrics:

[MAX]

In all the famous love affairs
The lovers have to struggle
In garret rooms away upstairs
The lovers starve and snuggle

They're famous for misfortune which
They seem to have no fear of
While lovers who are very rich
You very seldom hear of

[ELSA]

No little shack do you share with me
We do not flee from a mortgagee
Nary a care in the world have we
How can love survive?

You're fond of bonds and you own a lot
I have a plane and a diesel yacht

[MAX]

Plenty of nothing you haven't got
How can love survive?

[ELSA]

No rides for us on the top of a bus
In the face of the freezing breezes

[MAX]

You reach your goals in your comfy old rolls
Or in one of your Mercedeses

[ELSA]

Far, very far off the beam are we
Quaint and bizarre as a team are we
Two millionaires with a dream are we
We're keeping romance alive

Two millionaires with a dream are we
We'll make our love survive

No little cold water flat have we
Warmed by the glow of insolvency

[MAX]

Up to your necks in security
How can love survive?

[ELSA]

How can I show what I feel for you?
I cannot go out and steal for you
I cannot die like Camile for you
How can love survive?

[MAX]

You millionaires with financial affairs
Are too busy for simple pleasure
When you are poor it is toujours l'amour
For l'amour all the poor have leisure

[ELSA]

Caught in our gold plated chains are we
Lost in our wealthy domains are we
Trapped by our capital gains are we
But we'll keep romance alive

[MAX]

Trapped by your capital gains are you

[BOTH]

We'll (You'll) make our (your) love survive!

Here's Laura Benanti and Christian Borle performing this one as the clever duo of Elsa and Max, aka: a few of my favorite things:

Still Into You -Paramore

I know, it's not my typical kind of post, but I had a great stress-relieving jam session in my car when this song came on the radio, so I thought maybe other people might enjoy it. It's kind of silly, what I call "teeny-bop rock" music, but fun nonetheless.
Here are the lyrics:

Can't count the years on one hand
That we've been together
I need the other one to hold you.
Make you feel, make you feel better.
It's not a walk in the park
To love each other.
But when our fingers interlock,
Can't deny, can't deny you're worth it

'Cause after all this time.
I'm still into you

I should be over all the butterflies
But I'm into you (I'm into you)
And baby even on our worst nights
I'm into you (I'm into you)
Let them wonder how we got this far
Cause I don't really need to wonder at all
Yeah after all this time
I'm still into you

Recount the night that I first
Met your mother
And on the drive back to my house
I told you that, I told you that I loved ya.
You felt the weight of the world
fall off your shoulder
And to your favorite song
We sang along to the start of forever

And after all this time.
I'm still into you

I should be over all the butterflies
But I'm into you (I'm into you)
And baby even on our worst nights
I'm into you (I'm into you)
Let them wonder how we got this far
Cause I don't really need to wonder at all
Yeah after all this time
I'm still into you

Some things just,
Some things just make sense
And one of those is you and I
Some things just,
Some things just make sense
And even after all this time
I'm into you

Baby not a day goes by that
I'm not into you

I should be over all the butterflies
But I'm into you (I'm into you)
And baby even on our worst nights
I'm into you (I'm into you)
Let them wonder how we got this far
Cause I don't really need to wonder at all
Yeah after all this time
I'm still into you
I'm still into you
I'm still into you

Here's the music video for this one: 

Wicked Little Town -Hedwig & the Angry Inch

As requested by a few people, here is more Hedwig and the Angry Inch. This song has some pretty great lyrics, so I hope you enjoy singing as Hedwig!
Here are the lyrics:

You know the sun is in your eyes
And hurricanes and rains
And black and cloudy skies

You're running up and down that hill
You turn it on and off at will
There's nothing here to thrill or bring you down

And if you've got no other choice
You know you can follow my voice
Through the dark turns and noise of this wicked little town

Oh lady, luck has led you here
And they're so twisted up
They'll twist you up, I fear

The pious, hateful and devout
You're turning tricks 'til you're turned out
The wind so cold, it burns, you're burning out and blowing round

And if you've got no other choice
You know you can follow my voice
Through the dark turns and noise of this wicked little town

The fates are vicious and they're cruel
You learn too late you've used two wishes
Like a fool

And then you're someone you are not
And Junction City ain't the spot
Remember Mrs. Lot and when she turned around

And if you've got no other choice
You know you can follow my voice
Through the dark turns and noise of this wicked little town

Here's NPH performing this song with one of the greatest wigs I've ever seen in my life. I want one.

I Won't Send Roses -Mack & Mabel

Here's a gorgeous song for the gentlemen. Ladies, feel free to sing it too, I know I will! This one's from Jerry Herman's 1974 musical Mack and Mabel. In this number Mack is warning Mabel that he won't send her roses, or in other words, be very a very gentlemanly boyfriend to her. You get the sense that Mack knows he's flawed, but really wants to be that kind of man for Mabel. I find this number beautiful and heartfelt, especially when sung by Michael Feinstein or John Barrowman (that's Capt. Jack Harkness for you Whovians out there). The original version is by Robert Preston. I can't wait to here your version!
Here are the lyrics:

I won't send roses
Or hold the door
I won't remember
Which dress you wore
My heart is too much in control
The lack of romance in my soul
Will turn you grey, kid
So stay away, kid

Forget my shoulder
When you're in need
Forgetting birthdays
Is guaranteed
And should I love you, you would be
The last to know
I won't send roses
And roses suit you so

My pace is frantic
My temper's cross
With words romantic
I'm at a loss
I'd be the first one to agree
That I'm preoccupied with me
And it's inbred, kid
So keep your head, kid

In me you'll find things
Like guts and nerve
But not the kind of things
That you deserve
And so while there's a fighting chance
Just turn and go
I won't send roses
And roses suit you so.

Here is John Barrowman (the handsome Captain Jack) singing this number:

You Can't Get a Man With a Gun -Annie Get Your Gun

Hiya folks! I've been rather busy lately so I thought I'd catch up today and post a couple of things. The first here is this fun number from Irving Berlin's Annie Get Your Gun where the lovable tomboy gunslinger Annie Oakley laments how her interests don't attract men. It's a fun little number which has been sung by the likes of Ethel Merman, Betty Hutton and Bernadette Peters. My favorite version however, is Reba McEntire's which has a really great orchestration and pace. I couldn't find a good video of Reba's version but Megan Mullally has a pretty great version too (see the video below!).
I invite you all to sing as Annie and inject as much sass and spunk into it as you can!
Here are the lyrics:

Oh, my mother was frightened by a shotgun, they say
That's why I'm such a wonderful shot
I'd be out in the cactus and I'd practice all day
And now tell me what have I got?

I'm quick on the trigger with targets not much bigger
Than a pinpoint. I'm number one
But my score with a feller is lower than a cellar
Oh you can't get a man with a gun

When I'm with a pistol, I sparkle like a crystal
Yes, I shine like the morning sun
But I lose all my luster, when with a bronco buster
Oh you can't get a man with a gun

With a gun, with a gun, oh you can't get a man with a gun!

If I went to battle with someone's herd of cattle
You'd have steak when the job was done
But, if I shot the herder, they'd holler bloody murder
And you can't shoot a male in the tail like a quail
Oh you can't get a man with a gun

I'm cool, brave, and daring to see a lion glaring
When I'm out with my Remington
But a look from a mister will raise a fever blister
Oh you can't get a man with a gun

The gals with umbrellas are always out with fellers
In the rain or the blazin' sun
But a man never trifles with gals who carry rifles
Oh you can't get a man with a gun

With a gun, with a gun, oh you can't get a man with a gun

A man's love is mighty, he'll even buy a nightie
For a gal who he thinks is fun
But they don't buy pajamas for pistol packin' mamas
And you can't get a hug from a mug, with a slug
Oh you can't get a man with a gun!

Here's Megan Mullally in a tribute to Reba McEntire. Who knew Karen from Will & Grace had such great singing pipes!? (Actually, she's been in quite a few Broadway musicals, but I'll post more about her in the future):

Special -Avenue Q

Keeping with the theme of kind of slutty songs, here is "Special" from the adult-puppet 2003 musical Avenue Q. It's a pretty raunchy show, (think Sesame Street for grown ups) so I tend to be hesitant when posting things from it, but this one is pretty great. This is the song Lucy the Slut  performs at the Around the Clock Cafe (yes, that is her actual name). It's a very fun song to sing, and I personally crack up every single time this felt-made siren says to the guys "Yeah, they're real." So, have fun with it! And check out the soundtrack to the show, if you haven't, it's dirty, sure to offend, and hilarious!
Here are the lyrics:

I can make you feel special
When it sucks to be you.
Let me make you feel special
For an hour or two.

Your life's a routine that repeats each day.
No one cares who you are or what you say.
And sometimes you feel like you're nobody,
But you can feel like somebody with me.

Yeah, they're real.

When we're together the earth will shake
And the stars will fall into the sea.
So come on, baby, let down your guard.
When your date's in the bathroom, 
I'll slip you my card.
I can tell just by looking that you've got it hard
For me! 
For me!
For me! For me! For me! For me!
I can tell just by looking that you are especially hard
For me!

Here's the Royal Variety performance by the London Cast in 2006. It features this song and a few others: 

Oh, and if anyone would be interested in doing a group number from this show, please let me know in the comments! I have the tracks for it, I just need enough people.

A Little Brains, A Little Talent -Damn Yankees

I came across a video of Jane Krakowski (30 Rock) on Youtube performing this number from Damn Yankees, and I knew I just had to post this song. I'm delving deep into the Broadway vault here, as many people have not heard of this one. Damn Yankees is a 1955 musical based on the Faust legend (thanks, Wikipedia). The Faust legend is apparently some old German legend where the character of Faust sells his soul to the devil in exchange for unlimited knowledge and pleasures. Well, Damn Yankees is essentially a "modern" telling of this set in the 1950s, where the protagonist, Joe, sells his soul to be able to play baseball well enough to beat the New York Yankees, who dominated baseball at the time. In this number, Lola, the devil's side-kick is letting Joe know what she is capable of. After all, she has "a little brains, a little talent --with an emphasis on the later." So I invite you all to sing as Lola, and show me your talent! (I might add, that this is a pretty decent audition song.)
Here are the lyrics:

I took the zing out of the King of Siam
I took the starch out of the sails
Of the Prince of Wales
It's no great art, gettin' the heart of a man
On a silver platter
A little brains-a little talent
With the emphasis on the latter!

I made mince-meat out of a sweet young farmer!
I knocked the fight out of a knight
When I pierced his armor
And I'll bet, I can upset every male
In a Yale regatta!
A little brains-a little talent
With the emphasis on the latta!

You gotta know just what to say and how to say it
You gotta know what game to play and how to play it
You gotta stack those decks with a couple-a extra aces
And this queen has her aces
In all the right places!

I've done much more than that old bore, Delilah!
I took the curl out of the hair of a millionaire
There's no trick gettin' some hick who is cool
Just a little warmer
A little talent-a little brains
With the emphasis on the former!

Split up a home, way up in Nome, Alaska!
And wrecked the life of every wife
Down in Madagascar
Ask me why weak men'll die for me
Strong men simply shatter
A little brains-a little talent
With the emphasis on the latter!

You gotta know just what to do and how to do it
You gotta know what tea to brew and how to brew it
You've seen the sign that says George Washington once slept here
Well tho' nobody spied him
Guess who was beside him?
Bring out that boy, he'll be a toy to Lola

Just one more case she can erase with that old boffola
What's my plan. same as with any man
I'll use the standard platter
Plus a little this-a-and a little that-a
With the emphasis on the, on the latter!

Here's the fabulous Jane Krakowsi performing as Lola in the 2008 revival

I Am What I Am -La Cage Aux Folles

I recently re-watched the 1996 movie The Birdcage, starring the late Robin Williams and Nathan Lane, and I was inspired to post this one today. The Birdcage is an adaptation of the French film La Cage aux Folles, which was made into a Broadway musical in 1973 by Harvey Fierstein and Jerry Herman. I invite you all to check out the movie, which is available on Netflix instant, if you want a good laugh. It's honestly one of the funniest movies I've ever seen. For those that don't know, it's the story of a couple, Georges and Albin who own and star in (respectively) a drag night club in St. Tropez. The couple's son, Jean-Michel, is bringing home his fiancee and her very conservative parents for the first time to meet his parents. What follows is a hilarious cover-up dinner where Albin poses as Jean-Michel's mother and hilarity ensues. In the end, they come clean and Albin sings this ever-famous ballad, reaffirming who he is. It's a really great song that invites everyone to embrace their true selves. So, I invite you all to sing and let me know who you are!
Here are the lyrics:

I am what I am, 

I am my own special creation
So come take a look, 

give me the hook or the ovation
It's my world that I want to have a little pride in
My world and it's not a place I have to hide in

Life's not worth a damn 

'til you can say
Hey world, I am what I am

I am what I am, 

I don't want praise, 

I don't want pity
I bang my own drum 

Some think it's noise 

I think it's pretty
And so what if I love each sparkle and each bangle
Why not try to see things from a different angle

Your life is a sham 

'til you can shout out loud
I am what I am

I am what I am 

And what I am needs no excuses
I deal my own deck 

sometimes the ace, sometimes the deuces
There's one life and it's no return and no deposit
One life, so it's time to open up your closet

Life's not worth a damn 'til you shout
Hey world, I am what I am

Check out Tony and Olivier winner Douglas Hodge, kicking butt in this song, from the 2010 revival:

Why Don't You Do Right -Who Framed Roger Rabbit

I should first start off by saying that while this song is featured in the 1988 movie Who Framed Roger Rabbit, which is where I first heard it, this song is actually a classic blues standard dating back to 1936. This slow, jazzy, bluesy tune has been sung by the likes of Peggy Lee and Ella Fitzgerald, but it's perhaps more known by the movie rendition, sung by Amy Irving. In the movie, it is with this song that we are first introduced to the anatomically baffling character that is Jessica Rabbit. I invite you to sing and give it your own spin!
Here are the lyrics:

You had plenty of money 1922.
You let other women make a fool of you.
Why don't you do right,
like some other men do?

Get out of here,
get me some money too.

Now you had prepared 20 years ago.
You wouldn't be a wanderin now from door to door.
Why don't you do right,
like some other men do?

Get out of here,
get me some money too.

Get out of here,
get me some money too.

Why don't you do right, like some other men do?

Here's that scene from the movie:

Green Finch & Linnet Bird -Sweeney Todd

Because I can't seem to escape Sondheim for too long, here is a little Sweeney Todd today. I have this theory that Sondheim hates sopranos, because he tends to give them rather annoying songs, but more often than not, make them relatively useless one dimensional characters in his shows. For instance, Johanna in Sweeney Todd and Rapunzel from Into the Woods. They sing some pretty high notes but usually serve no other purpose than to drive the plot forward for others as they are confined maidens who usually need to be rescued. In this song Johanna, another soprano damsel in distress is longing for life outside Judge Turpin's house, the creeper who raised her. She questions how caged birds still sing even when they are not free, and longs for a way to be happy despite her circumstances. I invite you all to warm up those soprano pipes then, and try to sing some "oomph" into this typically waifish character! Keep in mind that the version I have posted is the full version of the song, not the abbreviated one from Tim Burton's 2007 movie starring Johnny Depp.
Here are the lyrics:

Green finch and linnet bird, nightingale, blackbird
How is it you sing?
How can you jubilate, sitting in cages
Never taking wing?

Outside, the sky waits, beckoning, beckoning
Just beyond the bars
How can you remain , staring at the rain
Maddened by the stars?

How is it you sing anything?
How is it you sing?

Green finch and linnet bird, nightingale, blackbird
How is it you sing?

Whence comes this melody, constantly flowing?
Is it rejoicing or merely hallowing?
Are you discussing or fussing
Or simply dreaming?

Are you crowing? Are you screaming?

Ringdove and robinet, is it for wages?
Singing to be sold?
Have you decided, it's safer in cages
Singing when you're told?

My cage has many rooms, damask and dark
Nothing there sings, not even a lark
Larks never will, you know, when they're captive
Teach me to be more adaptive, ah

Green finch, and linnet bird, nightingale, blackbird
Teach me how to sing
If I cannot fly
Let me sing

Here is Kristin Chenoweth to show us how it's done! I think she nails it:

Bring on the Men -Jekyll and Hyde

It's about time I posted some Frank Wildhorn. Frank (Frankie, as I call him) Wildhorn is the man behind such musicals as The Scarlet Pimpernel, Dracula the Musical, The Count of Monte Cristo, and just about every other musical theater version of a classic novel you ever read in high school. Some might have also heard of him from Bonnie and Clyde or Wonderland. And some may have even heard the little Whitney Houston ditty, Where do Broken Hearts Go?, which he wrote. He's a very talented man as you can see, with a very long resumé, who has yet to win any sort of award for his work. I thought I'd shed some light on his works today and post this number from his Jekyll & Hyde, which falls under the category I lovingly refer to as "Broadway slut-songs." Originally sung by Linda Eder, who originated the role of Lucy, it's great fun and full of some very clever double entendres. The original is actually a group number, but this song works very well as a solo. I hope you join in!
Here are the lyrics:

There was a time
I don't know when
I didn't have much time for men
But this is now and that was then, I'm learning

A girl alone, all on her own
Must try to have a heart of stone
So I try not to make it known my yearning
I try to show I have no need
I really do, I don't succeed

So lets bring on the men
And let the fun begin
A little touch of sin
Why wait another minute

Step this way it's time for us to play
They say we may not pass this way again
So let's waste no more time
Bring on the men

I always knew, I always said
A silk and lace in black and red
Will drive a man right off his head, it's easy

So many men, so little time
I want them all, is that a crime, no
I don't know why they say that I'm too easy
They make me laugh, they make me cry
They make me sick, so God knows why

We say bring on the men
And let the fun begin
A little touch of sin
Why wait another minute

Step this way it's time for us to play
They say we may not pass this way again
So let's waste no more time
Bring on the men

They break your heart
They steal your soul
Take you apart
And yet they somehow make you whole

So what's their game
I suppose a rose by any other name
The perfume and the pricks the same

I like to have a man for breakfast each day
I'm very social and I like it that way
By late mid-morning I need something to munch
So I ask over 2 men for lunch

And men are mad about my afternoon tea's
They're quite informal I just do it to please
Those triple sandwiches are my favorite ones
I'm also very, partial to buns

My healthy appetite gets strongest at night
My at home dinners are my men friends delight
When I invite the fellas over to dine
They all come early, in bed by nine!

So let's bring on the men
And let the fun begin
A little touch of sin
Why wait another minute

Step this way it's time for us to play
They say we may not pass this way again
So let's waste no more time
Bring on the men!

Here is the fabulous Linda Eder singing it in a 1999 concert:

Little Lamb -Gypsy

Ok people, let's talk Gypsy. I've been meaning to post about this show for a while now, since it's what many consider to be a Broadway classic. Once upon a time, in 1959 the dream-team of Arthur Laurents, Jule Styne and Stephen Sondheim got together to create this little show. It is based on the memoirs of famed burlesque performer Gypsy Rose Lee, and tells the story of the ultimate stage mom, Mama Rose and her two daughters who are forced to perform from a very young age. Mama Rose was originally played to great acclaim by the iconic Ethel Merman, and has since been portrayed by some of Broadway's most famous divas, like Bette Midler, Bernadette Peters, and most recently in 2008, Patti Lupone. But I'm not here to talk about Mama Rose. I wanna shed some light on her youngest, more neglected daughter, Louise. As a child, Louise was always considered second best to her more vivacious, perky sister, June. In this simple heart-wrenching song, Louise, who is probably well into her 20s, is given a little toy lamb as a birthday present. Still an innocent child at heart, since she has played one in their act her whole life, she wonders how old she really is. My absolute favorite version of this is Laura Benanti's portrayal of Louise from the 2008 revival, for which she was awarded a well-deserved Tony. Her voice is innocent, pure, and utterly gorgeous. (See the video below). Ok, I've blathered on long enough. Invite you to sing as Louise in this song.
Here are the lyrics:

Little lamb, little lamb
My birthday is here at last
Little lamb, little lamb
My birthday goes by so fast

Little bear, little bear
You sit on my right, right there
Little hen, little hen
What game should we play and when?

Little cat, little cat
Oh, why do you look so blue?
Did somebody paint you like that
Or is your birthday too?

Little fish, little fish
Do you think I'll get my wish?
Little lamb, little lamb
I wonder how old I am
I wonder how old I am
Little lamb

Here is Laura Benanti singing the song live for SiriusXM radio. She is perfection:

Nobody Needs to Know -The Last Five Years

Ok, this one's for all you gentlemen out there who have requested it! In this number from The Last Five Years Jamie has just been unfaithful to his wife Cathy, and is sort of talking himself down as their marriage is falling apart. It's sad and full of emotion, which I unfortunately had to cut short because Smule has this silly rule about a song not being over 5 minutes. The song starts at 0.02 and ends with the lyrics "I promise, I won't lie to you." I know, I know...it stops just before the best part about how everyone bleeds! Regardless, I have provided all the lyrics below (marked where it stops), and I hope you check out the video of the magnificent Norbert Leo Butz as Jamie, below:
Here are the lyrics:

Hey, kid --good morning--
You look like an angel.
I don't remember  when we fell asleep.
We should get up, kid--
Cathy is waiting...

Look at us, lying here, 
Dreaming, pretending.
I made a promise and I took a vow.
I wrote a story, 
And we changed the ending--
Cathy, just look at me now!

Hold on, facts are facts--
Just relax, lay low.
All right, the panic recedes,
Nobody needs to know.

Put on my armor, 
I'm off to Ohio.
Back into battle til' I don't know when.
Swearing to her that I
Never was with you,
And praying I'll hold you again

Hold on, clip these wings--
Things get out of hand.
All right, it's over, it's done--
No one will understand.
No one will understand...

We build a treehouse,
I keep it from shaking--
Little more glue every time that it breaks.
Perfectly balanced,
And then I start making
Conscious, deliberate mistakes.

All that I ask for
Is one little corner--
One private room at the back of my heart.
Tell her I found one, 
She sends out battalions
To claim it and blow it apart

I grip and she grips, 
And faster, we're sliding.
Sliding and spilling, and what can I do?
Come back to bed, kid --
Take me inside you--
I promise I won't lie to you.

--[HERE, my track ends for time purposes, but the rest goes:]---

Hold on, don't cry yet,
I won't let you go.
All right --the panic recedes;
All right --everyone bleeds;
All right --I get what I need,
And nobody needs
To know,
Nobody needs to know.

And since I have to be in love with someone, 
Since I need to be in love with somone,
Maybe I could be in love with someone
Like you...

Here's Tony-Award winning badass, Norbert Leo Butz in this number: