I'm procrastinating typing out my Ruth and STP proposals, so instead, I'm going to type out the lyrics of "How Glory Goes" by Adam Guettel and Tina Landau. It's from a show called Floyd Collins, about a man who explores a cave and has it cave in on him. Just before he dies, he sings this song.
I'm ready now, Lord. I know I warn't no Sunday-school mama's boy, but faith is hopin' for somethin'... believin' what you can't see.
I had faith all my life! I wanna ask you somethin'.
Is it warm?
Is it soft against your face?
Do you feel a kind a' grace inside the breeze?
Will there be trees?
Is there light?
Does it hover on the ground?
Does it shine from all around or jes' from you?
Is it endless and empty an' you wander on your own?
Slowly forget about the folks that you have know?
Or does risin' bread fill up the air from open kitchens everywhere?
Familiar faces far as you can see, like a family?
Do we live?
Is it like a little town?
Do we get to look back down at who we love?
Are we above?`asd
Are we everywhere?
Are we anywhere at all?
Do we hear a trumpet call us an' we're by your side?
Will I want, will I wish for all the things I should have done,
Longing to finish what I only just begun?
Or has a shinin' truth been waitin' there for all the questions everywhere?
In a world a wond'rin suddenly uou know; an' you will always know...
Will my mama be there waiting for me,
Smilin' like the way she does, an' holdin' out her arms an' she calls my name?
She will hold me just the same.
(Voiceover: The prisoner's body was wedged in so tightly... The carnival at the Sand Cave packed up and went home.)
Only Heaven knows how glory goes, what each of use was meant to be.
In the starlight that is what we are.
I can see so far...