Lyrics

ACT 3 MESHACH DREAMS BACK whereby
traveller abnegates resolution of the affairs to rightful owners;
fulfills welcoming of new travellers at train station; declares truce to resisting trajectories toward successful love; help comes in an unexpected way; keeping warm with increasing lack of raiment becomes of prime concern.
LET GO!
SHADRACH, MESHACH, ABEDNEGO HANANIAH, MISHAEL, AZARIAH
Come on, Magic. Let’s go to the train station. It’s our turn to greet people. Others have gone to schoolyards, to office parties, any and all ports of call where someone might be found standing alone against a wall.
You know, when the great train of freedom comes, they say no one will be left behind. No one.
Not the least of sparrows. Don’t give up, get ready. Prepare ourselves, get ready. Here we go, get ready.
Maybe it was to learn how to love Maybe it was to learn how to leave Maybe it was for the games we played Maybe it was to learn how to choose Maybe it was to learn how to lose Maybe it was for the love we made
Love is everything they said it would be Love made sweet and sad the same
But love forgot to make me too blind to see You’re chickening out, aren’t you?
You’re chickening out or ... is it me?
And as I came around the corner of the building, I saw embedded in the wall, I saw a shell and I saw a pearl and I saw a superhero’s cape and I saw a sword and IsawthemightywordM-A-G-I-C.Whichofcourse spells ‘YES!’ YES? I didn’t mean to say YES! The universe did a martial arts move on me and tripped
me up on my own energy. But since I’d said yes,
I found myself being led blindfolded through a backyard in Oakland, California towards a chicken hut and I braced for the fatal squawk.
And inside that chicken hut, that dark tent, they cut the clothes from my body: my expensive black leather jacket from New York; my expensive black jeans
from Paris, 10% lycra, perfect fit, long sought after; and finally gone was my expensive thong. But I was so desperate to lose the heaviness that had dogged my trail since I had been a young girl that it finally outweighed the ‘otherness’. And they sprinkled me with some kind of magic water and incanted words in a language I’d never heard before. And I don’t know if the water or the words worked. I just know that I will never, ever forget their kindness.
LET GO! LET GO!
Oh Mama, with what shall I keep warm?!
LET GO OF KEEPING WARM
TO WHICH MESHACH DREAMS BACK ‘CONSIDER THE LILIES OF THE FIELD.’
AND SHE CAME AROUND THE CORNER OF THE BUILDING AND SHE SAW A BENCH. AND SHE LOOKED UPATTHESUNANDITWASHOT.ANDSHEFELTTHE WIND AND IT WAS STRONG. AND SHE TOOK OFF HER CLOAK AND LAID IT ON THE BENCH.