Sunday Morning 6 A.M. Lyrics. From Musical "Bright Lights, Big City"

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Sunday Morning 6 A.M. Lyrics


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Ensemble:
Itís way after dark
A new day is dawning
Sunday morning heartbreak

Jamie:
Iím heady and light
Flimsy as silk
Battered and bruised
As this carton of milk

Mary OíBrien McCann:
Jamie,
I am Mary OíBrien McCann
Iím a student at NYU
I am missing
I was last seen in Washington Square
Wearing a sweater and blouse
I am missing
Please, could you find me?
Please donít go
Please, could you find me?
Please donít go
Donít go

Both:
Donít go

Jamie:
Donít go

Amanda:
Jamie

Jamie:
Amanda?

Amanda:
Tonight, tonight letís go to Old EI
I read about it on a New York Magazine
Weíll spend the day together in
The bubble-maker, sugar sweet trouble

Jamie:
Amanda

Amanda:
Take a walk around the block

Jamie:
Amanda

Amanda:
Pick up some supplies
Hey, husband, buy your Sunday Times
And come home soon
Donít forget to go to Zitoís
The smell of fresh beaked bread turns me on
Isnít this a beautiful Sunday?
Isnít this a beautiful Sunday?

Jamie:
Amanda, I can see that Sunday now
Amanda, my typer was hyper all day that day
And later that night the words fell from the sky
And I plucked them off the rooftops from Manhattan
And I wrote them down for you and I
How long has it been since you left me, Amanda?

Amanda:
Three months, maybe four
I donít count anymore

Jamie:
I donít count anymore

Both:
Wasnít that a beautiful Sunday?
Wasnít that a beautiful Sunday?

Amanda:
In our darling little hovel

Jamie:
Before you became a model

Amanda:
Before you threw away your novel

Jamie:
The Great American Novel

Amanda:
At the end of Chapter Four

Jamie:
My typer isnít hyper anymore

Statue of Liberty:
You are not the kind of boy
Who should be coming home
At this time of the morning
Heartbreak, Sunday Morning, 6 A.M.
All messed up, no place to go
So, tell me, what would mother say?
So say, pray, what would brother say?
I think itís time you face the fact
Your wife has run away
Come let the darkness rise
Open your eyes
Bright lights, big city
Bright lights, big city

[Thanks to xjesusofsuburbiaxx@yahoo.com for lyrics]




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