Lady from the Sky. ISRC-CB-GWT-26-00301

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[ Male] Here comes a lady saying, “Hi!” I turn around and take a look. An ordinary summer dress, A smile that says, “Let's have a chat.” She asks me for a poem; I offer her a line or two. We trade our jokes at midnight snacks, While all the single guys look on. [Chorus] Male: Oh, she fell from the sky! Female: A lady you can't ignore! Both: A smile, a poem, a midnight hello— Who could ask for more? Male: A broken heart, a former flame, Male: A lonely soul who wants to start again! Male: But here's one thing she ought to know— Both: The man who broke her heart was a player! And I'm not taking his place in the show! [Male] She challenges me to sing a song, And counts each beat as I sing along. She says she heard me years ago, At Frosh Week, putting on a show. I ask her, “What's your major, then?” She answers in German, cool as rain. She doesn't know I understand— Now I can follow her little plan! [Female] *Ich habe diesen Ort satt.* (I'm sick of this place.) [Male] Me too. This lonely campus Has worn us both away. [Female] Some people leave. Some dreams grow cold. Some stories end Before they're told. [Male] Now that… I understand. [Chorus] Repeat [ Male] “My stranger lady, don't misunderstand. I'll walk you home; I live just down the road.” She senses something on her mind— A poem unfinished, a song left behind. She asks me to help her finish the verse, Then asks if I'll sing one more. I reluctantly agree to stay— Her cigarette smoke drives me away! [Female] You write the words. You sing the song. Surely, we can get along? [Male] The poem was fine. The atmosphere… less so. [Chorus ] repeat [Bridge] Chain smoker— Lonely soul— Trying to make a wounded heart feel whole. Heavy drinker— Daydreamer— Hoping a new man might help her forget him. I finish her poem— A piece of cake! My magic pen can fix a rhyme or two. But a broken heart? That's not my job— And I'm not the man to see it through. [Female] Perhaps a shower, Perhaps a change, Perhaps a little charm Could rearrange… [Male] Oh, no. Not that kind of arrangement! [Chorus — repeat] Female: So that's your answer? You're leaving me here? Male: I'm leaving before the ending gets queer! [Male] I put my teacup down, Turn over the poem page. No quarrel, no lecture, No scene upon the stage. She never understood: A man may write a poem, A man may sing a song— But that doesn't mean He's the man she's waiting for. [Female] Good night, then. Sleep tight… I'm gone!