Later [Act One]

Oh, Henrik, dear
Don't you have anything less gloomy to practice?

It isn't gloomy
It's profound

"In discussing temptation Martin Luther says
You cannot prevent the birds from flying over your head
But you can prevent them from...
Nesting in your hair"?
Oh, dear
That's gloomy too

Anne, I was wondering
Could we go for a walk?

Now?

I've so much to tell you

Silly Henrik
Don't you realize it's almost tea time?
I long to talk
But... later

Later
When is later?
All you ever hear is:
"Later, Henrik
Henrik, later
Yes, we know Henrik
Oh, Henrik
Everyone agrees, Henrik
Please, Henrik"

You have a though you're barely bursting with
A personal discovery or problem
And it's:
"What's your rush, Henrik?
Shush, Henrik
Goodness, how you gush Henrik
Hush, Henrik"
You murmur, "I only- it's just that-"
For God's sake!
Later, Henrik

Henrik
Who is Henrik?
Oh, that lawyer's son
The one who mumbles
Bland and boring, yes
He's hardly worth ignoring
And who cares if he's all damned
I beg your pardon
Up inside?

As I've often stated
It's intolerable being tolerated
Reassure Henrik
Poor Henrik
Henrik, you'll endure being pure, Henrik
Though I've been born
I've never been
How can I wait around for later?
I'll be 90 on my deathbed
And the late, or rather later, Henrik Egerman
Doesn't anything begin?