What a magical city! Can we come back next year, dad?

Is that me in the mirror
Did the glass reflections interfere somehow
Do they stay here while I sleepwalk
Through snares and foils, props and talk
I don't want to be the same next time around
Oh oh oh

A fistful of the biggest balloons
I know I'll have to let go soon somehow
I dream through every single day
If I grow up and blow away
You'll know me as the dew drops know the clouds
Well all the stars don't feel so far

Good night, sweet Verton
It's alright, I'll visit here again
Sleep tight, green Verton
Close your eyes, let the music pour right in

We'll play the last song of the night
Then let it fade to black and white and gold
I save this dance in my third slot
I use this Gameboy quite a lot
I'll come back here if ever I get old
I sing my hymn in this old gym

Good night, sweet Verton
It's alright, I'll visit here again
Sleep tight, green Verton
Close your eyes, let the music pour right in

PARENTS: The things that come to those who wait
Live well but never prosper
And absence cannot kill you
It'll make your heart stronger
You are what you repeat
And it might be cliché
But the more this world changes
The more you'll want to stay
And now it's happily (ELLA: And as my family)
You're after, my darling (ELLA: You're before everything)
We love you dearly and we're here for anything

AKIRA: Ella Clover!
CINDRA: For over and over!
AKIRA: This is crazy, is the whole world here tonight?
ELLA: Shucks, I forgot to invite my cousin!
CINDRA: We'll squeeze him in if any space opens up
AKIRA: If he waits a couple weeks, he can have my spot
I'm headed south
Hash browns and Nash- towns for the foreseeable future
CINDRA: You see four there now, just wait til it blows up on you
ELLA: If she wakes in a rubble heap, she can have my cot
I'm off to Universe City. And my train leaves tonight
AKIRA: What?
CINDRA: Great. It's all headed south then
ELLA: Oh!
Cindra Mellow isn't yellow, but she's green for a trip
Cindra Mellow isn't flushing, she's just red from the tiff
CINDRA: Ella Clover's black and blue if she thinks she'll be missed
AKIRA: Well I think we're all blue to diffuse and be split
But all of us know if we track the rainbow
Back here at this end, we'll always stay gold
ELLA: Speaking of which, I have to go
Cloudy's coming tonight
CINDRA AND AKIRA: Woah!
CINDRA: Cloudy is... real? (AKIRA: Here?)
ELLA: Maybe I'm Misty-eyed, -ducking our Psy's
Grab a goody-bag, dear scouts, and good night

Inside that bag you'll find some trinkets
To remind you of all the lovely times here
A copy of Shakespeare's "Midsummer Night's Dream"
A ceramic bowl of strawberries and cream
Our sullen initials carved into a tree
One of those jumpy plastic frog things
A baby tooth
One final chorus
A pocket sized thesaurus pressing a flower petal from the forest
Our parents' public wishes for us
And a heart that weighs enormous
A letterman jacket ripped at the seams
And all your childish dreams

CLOUDY: Will my goodbye look that mechanical?
ELLA: Still awake? The iron tongue hath told twelve
CLOUDY: I'll not trust it when silver gleams your own
For well I know, was it time for fairies
Then with what ease should I say this farewell
ELLA: You were my first verb
I didn't used to know words
CLOUDY: So what, I taught you how to curse?
ELLA: You taught me how to learn
CLOUDY: And what are your terms now that we're pros at the prose?
ELLA: I don't know
I don't think about it anymore
It always just feels like it's us
CLOUDY: What do you want?
I'm sick of guessing
I'm acquiescing
ELLA: You've got my response
I want the world
CLOUDY: Is that singular or plural?

CLOUDY: You're what I want (Now that you're travelling)
(Don't refrain, don't refrain!)
CLOUDY: I hope you get it (To Universe City)
And you always stay electric (You know you've got to catch that train)
CLOUDY: Now life calls us on
(PARENTS: We're in your heart and we're a part of you)
(CINDRA AND AKIRA: Become a star and change your name!)
ELLA: Oh hear it now, I'll make you proud

Well, that's my story
Hope I didn't bore you anyway
What's your name, strange sir, by the way?
Don't look so blue, friend
Verily I'm sure we'll meet again
I gotta go though in the end
It's time to write my anthem



Credits
Writer(s): Reid Libby
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