"The Future (Continued) I've Been There!"

(If the future proves sweet, would it tell us to leap before we move,)
(Would it care for us to live with danger or face the final foe,)
(If tomorrow brings us love, you can bet,)
(We will need all the help we can get.)
(And to tell me how this moves everyone of us to you.)
(How you're glad its winter, how you're glad to say it's true.)

When I see a young couple walking slowly through the trees,
I don't have to follow them to know how far they'll go,
I've been there.
If the boy is sulking and the girl is close to tears,
I know it doesn't matter, who is right or who started the fight,
I've been there.
I've been there when the music played old songs,
Young songs, good songs, bad songs, sweet songs, sad songs.
I've been there when a pretty smile made it difficult to breathe,
But so easy to fly and a pleasure to cry,
So to all of you in the throes of early love,
Where delightful confusion reigns supreme,
Let me try to help you rearrange your dream,
Let yourself live, let yourself love, let yourself go.
I've been there, and I know.

"The Future Finale: Before The Music Ends"

I reached the age of forty somewhat sooner than expected,
Living at a fairly hectic pace.
When I count the years that I have happily collected,
The future shows its apprehensive face.
(But now, Francis, what the hell do you do now, Francis?)
Quite a different song must be sung
When the singer is no longer young.
Before the music ends, before it fades away,
There are several very necessary things I must do.
Friends, I must be again certain places where I must be again.
Before the music ends, I must go to Hoboken one more time.

[pause]

I wanna run down that street where that thin Italian kid ran.
Then slow down at the school,
Where those nice old ladies tried to teach me,
Unaware that I knew much more than they did.
And stop at the poolroom for a beer,
And sadly say to myself, I don't know anybody here.
(Francis, don't go home again.)
One thing I'd like to do, before the music ends,
Is to thank some wonderful life-long friends,
I've never met but have known so well.

[background: Liszt's Liebensraum]

From one Frank to another, thank you for your dream,
Your dream is now my own.
And thank you Ludwig Van [background: a snatch of the Fifth Symphony]
For the flight of fancy you sent me on.
Thank Mrs. Verdi, for Joe and a special thanks to Jackelo (Jackelo, Jackelo).

[background: Verdi's opera]

All of you took turns in delivering sunrise a little sooner to my window.

[musical interlude]

Before the music ends, with company by Dino and Clark,
I'd like to make one more charge at Baker's.
You won't find me at that idiot wheel that spins, and spins and spins.
I won't play the slot machine, the management always wins.
Not for me the game where the jack is called black,
And meet them dikes that stand back.
(And you're actually down the line, and a hundred on the drum)
(Is enough to make you shy, load the truck with speaker's drum)
You won't hear me talk about saving new shoes, baby's got 57 pairs,
All I ask is Time, just plain and simple Time
(just a little tiny boo, just a little business free)
(time, time, time, time, time. time, time, time, time, time) Time!

[pause]

In years to come, I may forget if I lost or if I won,
But I'll always remember how much fun it was.
(just concentrate on five and four, just stick to six and three).

[pause]

And when the music ends, I'd like it to end this way,
I'll ask Chester to write me one more song.
I'll get Lesty to make me one more chart,
And I'll make one more record with the best musicians in the world.

[Fanfare]

And when that cat with the sight comes tugging at my sleeve,
I'll be singing as I leave (Sandra, Sandra, Sandra).

"The Gal That Got Away"

The night is bitter, the stars have lost their glitter
The winds grow colder, suddenly you're a lot older
And all because of a gal who got away
No more her eager call, the writing is on the wall
All those dreams you dreamed, they have all gone astray

The gal who won you, she's run off and undone you
That great beginning has seen the final inning
I don't know what happened, its all a crazy game
No more - no more that all time thrill because you have been put though the mill
And never a new love will ever be the same

Good riddance, good-bye
Every trick of hers you are on to
But fools will be fools and where's she gone?
Where has she gone?

The road gets rougher, it's lonelier and it's tougher
With hope ya burn up, tomorrow maybe she'll turn up
There ain't no let up, live-long night, night and day

Ever since, since this world began
There ain't nothin' sadder than
A long-lost loser
Lookin' for his gal who got away

Please come back
Won't ya come back?

Mm, mm, mm
Mm mmmm

"The Game Is Over"

Time, there was a time you could talk to me without speaking,
You would look at me, and I'd know all there is to know.
Days I think of you, and remember the lies we told in the night,
The love we knew, the things we shared, when our hearts were fitting together.
Days that were so few, full of love and you.
Gone,. the days are gone now, days that seem so wrong now.
Life won't be the same without you, to hold again in my arms,
To ease the pain and remember when our love was the reason for living.

[instrumental]

Days that were so few, full of love and you.
The game is over.

"The Girl From Ipanema"

Tall and tan and young and lovely, the girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, each one she passes goes - ah
When she walks, she's like a samba that swings so cool and sways so gentle
That when she passes, each one she passes goes - ooh
(Ooh) But I watch her so sadly, how can I tell her I love her
Yes I would give my heart gladly,
But each day, when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead, not at me
Tall, (and) tan, (and) young, (and) lovely, the girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, I smile - but she doesn't see (doesn't see)
(She just doesn't see, she never sees me,...)

"The Girl Next Door"

The moment I saw her face, I knew she was just my style.
My only regret is we've never met for I dream of her all the while,
But she doesn't know I exist, no matter how I persist.
So it's clear to see there's no hope for me,
Though I live at fifty-one thirty-five Kensngton Avenue,
And she lives at fifty-one thirty three.

How can I ignore the girl next door, I love her more than I can say.
Doesn't try to please me, doesn't even tease me,
And she never sees me glance her way.
And I thought I'm heartsore, the girl next door
Affection for me won't display.
I just adore her so I can't ignore her, the girl next door.

"The Girls I Never Kissed"

The old wolf sniffs the summer breeze, and dreams about his youth,
For the sight of skirts above the knees turns his hardboiled brain to tears.
And the scent of honey in the tree whets an old sweet tooth.
The pretty girls go strolling by, I smile at them, and heave a sigh.
And think of all the things I've missed, and all the pretty girls I've never kissed.
They smile from field of daffodils, they wave from high and windy hills,
In secret places by the sea, the girls I've never kissed still wait for me.
All the girls whose names I can't recall, their faces haunt me still,
All the pretty girls I've never kissed and never will.
The girls of spring, the girls of fall, the girls of summer most of all,
If only time did not exist, if only I could catch that boat I always missed,
I'd go back and kiss all the pretty girls I've never kissed.

"The Good Life"

It's the good life, full of fun, seems to be the ideal,
Yes, the good life, lest you hide all the sadness you feel,
You won't really fall in love 'cause you can't take the chance,
So be honest with yourself, don't try to fake romance.
Yes, the good life, to be free and explore the unknown,
Like the heartache when you learn you must face them alone,
Please remember I still want you and in case you wonder why,
Well, just wake up, kiss that good life goodbye.

[musical interlude]

Please remember I still want you and in case you wonder why,
Well, just wake up, kiss that good life goodbye.

"The Gypsy"

In a quaint caravan there's a lady they call The Gypsy,
She can look at the future and drive away all your fears,
Everything will come out right if you only believe The Gypsy,
She can tell at a glance that my heart was full of tears.
She looked at my hand and told me my lover was always true,
But deep in my heart I knew dear, somebody else was kissing you.
I will go there again 'cause I want to believe The Gypsy,
That my lover is true and she'll come back to me someday.

"The House I Live In"

[Intro:]
What is America to me?
A name, a map, or a flag I see?
A certain word, "democracy"?
What is America to me?

The house I live in, a plot of earth, a street
The grocer and the butcher, and the people that I meet
The children in the playground, the faces that I see
All races and religions, that's America to me

The place I work in, the worker by my side
The little town or city where my people lived and died
The "howdy" and the handshake, the air of feeling free
And the right to speak my mind out, that's America to me

The things I see about me, the big things and the small
The little corner newsstand and the house a mile tall
The wedding in the churchyard, the laughter and the tears
The dream that's been a-growin' for a hundred and fifty years

The town I live in, the street, the house, the room
The pavement of the city, or a garden all in bloom
The church, the school, the clubhouse, the millions lights I see
But especially the people
That's America to me