Traded bagels and bodegas

For beaches and breezes by the sea

Traded traffic for the tropics

And subway rides for some jet skis

Cabs for cabanas

The Big Apple for bananas

And pizza for a plush paradise

The hustle for a hammock

One window for a panoramic view that made me think I just might

Be happy

Are we happy

An Island just about the size of Manhattan

St Thomas, however is not Manhattan

And I'm not what one would call beach material

I'm German, Irish, pale, freckled

And I have severe PTSD from all the horrible sunburns I had as a kid Oh, and there's no theatre in St Thomas, none

But I don't regret it and I was determined to make it work

Because the best thing that ever happened to me happened in St Thomas

Traded symphonies and spotlights

For strollers and sleepless nights and sunny days

The scripts and the sides

Became storybooks and lullabies

When he took center stage

Curtain calls for diapers

An actress to a wiper

It's a role I never thought I could play

Songs in the sand

Weren't a part of the plan

But I wondered if this could be the way

To be happy

We were happy

He was perfect, and we were giddy with our little Beckett Adam was a great dad, too

He really was

My favorite was watching them frolic in the ocean

While I stayed under the protective shade of a palm tree

Oh, and we lived in this tiny bungalow on the side of a mountain Surrounded by mango and banana trees

And every night Beckett fell asleep to the sounds of the ocean

I never knew how much I'd love the view

Of looking at you and I promise

Through the sun and the rain the beauty and pain

My love will stay the strongest

When you're looking at me I could brave any sea

With the joy that you bring and I'm honest

No matter how high the waves, I'm here to stay

The best thing that ever happened to me happened In St Thomas

It was a magical time It was home

For 2 years

We thought we could run

We thought the sea and the sun could melt his blues away

I thought if he could get warm

Then we could weather the storm that was starting to rage

Mellow to manic

Our peace became panic

Swirling like a giant typhoon

Even in paradise with a kid by our side

We couldn't hide from that monstrous monsoon

Are you happy

He's not happy

Even the tropics couldn't keep Adam's depression at bay

So, at his first mention of perhaps moving back to the states, I was like, I'm in So, we had one final piná colada

Sold everything, and moved back with whatever we could fit our suitcases

To Ohio

Adam wouldn't even consider New York

But I was fine with it

And hey, Ohio's great, my whole giant family's there

And bonus - there are theatres in Ohio

A house and a car

A great job and a yard

Things were falling right into place

Our son starts to grow

And I landed a show

And Adam starts to feel really great

Our son starts to grow

And I landed a show

And Adam starts to feel really great

Our son starts to grow

And I landed a show

And Adam starts to feel really

Shit. He's on edge