Wait For Me – Hadestown Cast (from “Hadestown: The Myth. The Musical. (Original Cast Recording)” soundtrack)
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[Orpheus:] Eurydice?
[Hermes:] Hey, the big artiste! Ain’t you working on your masterpiece?
[Orpheus:] Where is she?
[Hermes:] Brother, what do you care? You’ll find another muse somewhere
[Orpheus:] Where is she?
[Hermes:] Why do you wanna know?
[Orpheus:] Wherever she is, is where I’ll go
[Hermes:] What if I said she’s down below?
[Orpheus:] Down below?
[Hermes:] Down below Six-feet-under-the-ground below She called your name before she went But I guess you weren’t listening
[Orpheus:] No…
[Hermes:] So… Just how far would you go for her?
[Orpheus:] To the end of time To the end of the earth
[Hermes:] You got a ticket?
[Orpheus:] No…?
[Hermes:] Yeah, I didn’t think so ‘Course, there is another way, but I ain’t supposed to say it
[Orpheus:] Another way?
[Hermes:] Yeah, around the back But that ain’t easy walkin’, Jack It ain’t for the sensitive of soul, so… You really wanna go?
[Orpheus:] With all my heart
[Hermes:] Huh, with all your heart… Well, that’s a start
[Hermes:] How to get to Hadestown: You’ll have to take the long way down Through the underground, under cover of night Laying low, staying out of sight There ain’t no compass, brother, ain’t no map Just a telephone wire and the railroad track You keep on walking and you don’t look back ‘Til you get to the Bottomland
[Orpheus:] Wait for me, I’m coming Wait, I’m coming with you Wait for me, I’m coming too I’m coming too
[Hermes:] The river Styx is high and wide Cinder bricks and razor wire Walls of iron and concrete Hound dogs howling ’round the gate Them dogs’ll lay down and play dead If you got the bones, if you got the bread But if all you got is your own two legs You best be glad you got ’em
[Orpheus & Fates:] Wait for me, I’m coming Wait, I’m coming with you Wait for me, I’m coming too I’m coming too
[Hermes:] You’re on the lam, you’re on the run Don’t give your name, you don’t have one And don’t look no one in the eye This town will try to suck you dry They’ll suck your brain, they’ll suck your breath They’ll pluck the heart right out your chest They’ll truss you up in your Sunday best And stuff your mouth with cotton
[Orpheus & company:] Wait for me, I’m coming Wait, I’m coming with you Wait for me, I’m coming too I’m coming! Wait Wait Wait Wait…