Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Grant Gustin
Grant Gustin
Vocals
Water for Elephants Company
Water for Elephants Company
Performer
PigPen Theatre Co.
PigPen Theatre Co.
Performer
Mary Ann McSweeney
Mary Ann McSweeney
Electric Bass Guitar
Nick Grinder
Nick Grinder
Bass Trombone
Sara Hewitt-Roth
Sara Hewitt-Roth
Cello
Mike Dobson
Mike Dobson
Drums
Brandon Lee
Brandon Lee
Trumpet
Matt SanGiovanni
Matt SanGiovanni
Guitar
Peter Douskalis
Peter Douskalis
Guitar
Randy Cohen
Randy Cohen
Programming
Sam Starobin
Sam Starobin
Programming
Abel Garriga
Abel Garriga
Keyboards
Elizabeth Doran
Elizabeth Doran
Music Director
Alden C. Banta
Alden C. Banta
Reeds
David Mann
David Mann
Reeds
Katie Von Braun
Katie Von Braun
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pig Pen Theatre Co.
Pig Pen Theatre Co.
Composer
Benedict Braxton-Smith
Benedict Braxton-Smith
Orchestrator
Mary-Mitchell Campbell
Mary-Mitchell Campbell
Arranger
August Eriksmoen
August Eriksmoen
Orchestrator
Daryl Waters
Daryl Waters
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Benedict Braxton-Smith
Benedict Braxton-Smith
Music Supervisor
Mary-Mitchell Campbell
Mary-Mitchell Campbell
Music Supervisor
Ian Kagey
Ian Kagey
Recording Engineer
Oscar Zambrano
Oscar Zambrano
Mastering Engineer
Juan Carlos Martínez CR
Juan Carlos Martínez CR
Assistant Engineer
Matthew Sullivan
Matthew Sullivan
Assistant Engineer
Omisha Chaitanya
Omisha Chaitanya
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

(Hurry, hurry, hurry)
(Hurry, hurry, hurry) When I see you
You are as firm as winter soil
But warm (hurry, hurry, hurry)
You are real
You are the world that greeted me
When I was born
You built our home
And all that I all owe this life was built into its frame
Up from the loam
But to the dust returned before my debt was paid
And how are you gone?
Didn't the world turn on the arbor of our home?
Weren't you holding up the sky with limbs of stone?
How are you gone?
When I left you
I was a penny tossed onto an iron rail
There wasn't anywhere
But a busted casket
And a bed of nails
And how are you gone?
Didn't the world turn on the axel of our home?
Didn't your laughter stoke the fire that kept us moving on?
How are you gone?
Was it as simple as a jealous man?
Was it as facile as the raising of his hand?
Was it so easy
To utter a command
And loose the toothless lion
On the noble lamb?
Why didn't the earth embrace them where they fell?
Why didn't the storm ring out their final dying knell?
Why didn't the whole of nature come collapsing down
To bury that goddamn bastard
In the deepest hell?
And what do you do?
When the people that you love
Are torn from you
And there's nothing you can do
There's nothing you can do
There's nothing you can do
(Go home) No, it's not as easy as it sounds
(Go home) There is a lion in your house
(Go home)
If you can't get in the door
Then bar the windows
Burn it down and listen to the roar (go home)
Now there's no home to go back to (go home)
While she's waiting there for you (go home)
With a knife in your hand
There's nothing you won't do
There's nothing you won't do
There's nothing you can do
That she won't understand
There's nothing you can do (there's nothing you can do)
There's nothing you can do (there's nothing you can do)
There's nothing you can do (there's nothing you can do)
Written by: Pig Pen Theatre Co.
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