Rooftop Duet / Falling

Wow. Look at this view. I know. It's stunning. I'm stunned. You live here? I house-sit. The artist. Oh. He must be successful. Not really. No? Well, what'd he do to score this view? Trust fund. Trust fund. There you go. Hey, thanks for getting me back my Notes. Don't know if I ever said that to you. You didn't, but it's okay. What're they for, anyway? Oh, my graduate dissertation. Oh Sounds more impressive than it is. In fact, it sucks. At least that's what my professor Told me at our meeting the other day. If you come up here every day And you look out at the buildings You start to notice how the view's always changing New curtains on the windows, right there, fifth floor That flowerpot, that was not there before So I come up here every day And I watch the landscape shifting A coat of paint, a bar that's changed its name Nothing ever stays the same When I was just a little girl I'd look out my bedroom window And see this skinny little tree out in the garden And season after season it grew and grew And I surmised, though toddler-sized, that I would, too And now here I am with you As we overlook the city And I think I'm still that girl, staring out her window Seeing things much bigger than she is And I know that I'll never grow As tall as these buildings I'll never quite reach the sky But God, Warren, I want to try. Don't ask me why. Warren, tell me about your big picture How you came to New York to begin it I mean, somehow, you found this big picture But the trouble is finding the right way to paint myself in it What do you mean, Aren't we all just little specks all huddled together? I mean, look at me here with my bag full of pages Pages like these Wow These backpacks of pages, mountains of pages, that nobody sees Warren, what are you talking about? I come here every day And see the world evolving from the curtains on the windows to the sky But I stay just the same and no one ever sees me Because I - Warren! I know that I'll never stand As tall as these buildings What are you doing? I'll never quite reach the sky These pages I made are just a charade Get down from there! I'd rather see them fly I was walking down sixteenth street I decided it was time Got my stuff from her apartment All the clothes I just moved in there Bunch of books, the tie she made me wear Did her dishes, left my key It had been days and where was she? I couldn't call or even show I thought it would be best to let him go I was stopping at the corner Feeling tense and all shook up Then for no good reason I look up I see a piece of paper falling from the sky It makes me stop because it's falling from so high Dancing on the wind, all on its own But it is not alone There's a swarm, a storm of Reeeeeeed falling, bluuuuue falling, orange and yellow and greeeeen Red and gold and brown and crimson, blue and violet, Pink and amber, orange emerald, yellow, white and green Churning like a cloud Warren, are you crazy? Get down from there. Look at how far they go when there's nothing to stop them Did you make these? Yeah. It's sort of a project. But no one ever took them. Warren. No, they're much better off out there. You gotta see this. Warren, look. I kept this in my bag. Never let tall buildings – Block the view of your dreams! That's mine! It's a little precious, but it spoke to me. Keep it. The rest are going over the edge. Wait. Warren? Throw my notes, too. But, what about your thesis? It's all wrong. This whole thing is wrong. Look at this. I don't even like Virginia Woolf. Her life is depressing. This isn't right, It's not me. It's not my – Life story. Yeah. C'mere. Dozens of people reach for the pages that rain Look how many people are coming over! Dozens more looking skyward to see them explain Wave! They're waving! A small piece of paper comes floating my way It says, "Don't worry, everything will be okay." Okay. Okay. Ready? You bet. On your mark – On your mark – Get set Fly, fly look at them fly We look up into the sky At the pages that keep falling Like a blanket spreading out High above us, oh Fly, look at them fly Tumbling past windows And through the air I stop and stare Seeing them there I can see So many people flooding the square Then through everything Warren, it's beautiful. My cell phone rings I know. It's Claire. Look! Claire. Look! Claire...