MR. HAWKINS:
My days have little glamour
[?], making calls
And wincing at the grammar
Written on the bathroom walls
It's all school supplies and budget size
And wading through red tape
That's why I love the theater
It's how I escape
DEE DEE (spoken):
So, theater is a distraction? Is that what you're saying?
MR. HAWKINS (spoken):
No, a distraction is momentary. An escape helps you heal
(sung)
We look to you
To take us away
From the soul-crushing jobs
And emasculating pay
When our lives come up short
And our hopes are sad and few
You whisk us off to some place strange and new
We look to you
In good times and bad
The worlds you create
Make the real ones seem less sad
The curtain goes up
And every now and then it feels as if we're coming home again
Yes, coming home again
We need a place to run to
When everything goes wrong
When the answer to each problem
Is to burst into a song
And simple rules of logic just simply don't apply
When people dance in unison
And no one wonders why
DEE DEE (spoken):
You make it sound so beautiful
MR. HAWKINS:
We look to you
As strange as it seems
When reality goes to scary new extremes
So don't ever give up
And this I guarantee
Next time you think no one cares
You can look to me
DEE DEE (spoken):
Thank you, that means a lot
MR. HAWKINS (spoken):
No, thank you
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MR. HAWKINS:
My days have little glamour
[?], making calls
And wincing at the grammar
Written on the bathroom walls
It's all school supplies and budget size
And wading through red tape
That's why I love the theater
It's how I escape
DEE DEE (spoken):
So, theater is a distraction? Is that what you're saying?
MR. HAWKINS (spoken):
No, a distraction is momentary. An escape helps you heal
(sung)
We look to you
To take us away
From the soul-crushing jobs
And emasculating pay
When our lives come up short
And our hopes are sad and few
You whisk us off to some place strange and new
We look to you
In good times and bad
The worlds you create
Make the real ones seem less sad
The curtain goes up
And every now and then it feels as if we're coming home again
Yes, coming home again
We need a place to run to
When everything goes wrong
When the answer to each problem
Is to burst into a song
And simple rules of logic just simply don't apply
When people dance in unison
And no one wonders why
DEE DEE (spoken):
You make it sound so beautiful
MR. HAWKINS:
We look to you
As strange as it seems
When reality goes to scary new extremes
So don't ever give up
And this I guarantee
Next time you think no one cares
You can look to me
DEE DEE (spoken):
Thank you, that means a lot
MR. HAWKINS (spoken):
No, thank you
My days have little glamour
[?], making calls
And wincing at the grammar
Written on the bathroom walls
It's all school supplies and budget size
And wading through red tape
That's why I love the theater
It's how I escape
DEE DEE (spoken):
So, theater is a distraction? Is that what you're saying?
MR. HAWKINS (spoken):
No, a distraction is momentary. An escape helps you heal
(sung)
We look to you
To take us away
From the soul-crushing jobs
And emasculating pay
When our lives come up short
And our hopes are sad and few
You whisk us off to some place strange and new
We look to you
In good times and bad
The worlds you create
Make the real ones seem less sad
The curtain goes up
And every now and then it feels as if we're coming home again
Yes, coming home again
We need a place to run to
When everything goes wrong
When the answer to each problem
Is to burst into a song
And simple rules of logic just simply don't apply
When people dance in unison
And no one wonders why
DEE DEE (spoken):
You make it sound so beautiful
MR. HAWKINS:
We look to you
As strange as it seems
When reality goes to scary new extremes
So don't ever give up
And this I guarantee
Next time you think no one cares
You can look to me
DEE DEE (spoken):
Thank you, that means a lot
MR. HAWKINS (spoken):
No, thank you