Wait for Me lyrics

(Orpheus)

Eurydice?

(Hermes)

Hey, the big artiste!

Ain't you workin' on your masterpiece?

(Orpheus)

Where is she?

(Hermes)

Brother, what do you care?

You'll find another muse somewhere!

(Orpheus)

Where is she?

(Hermes)

Why you wanna know?

(Orpheus)

Wherever she is, is where I'll go

(Hermes)

Now, what if I said she's down below?

(Orpheus)

Down below?

(Hermes)

Down below

Six-feet-under-the-ground below

She called your name before she went

But I guess you weren't listening

(Orpheus)

No...

(Hermes)

So...

Just how far would you go for her?

(Orpheus)

To the end of time

To the end of the earth

(Hermes)

You got a ticket?

(Orpheus)

No...?

(Hermes)

Yeah, I didn't think so

'Course, there is another way, but

I ain't supposed to say it

(Orpheus)

Another way?

(Hermes)

Yeah, around the back

But that ain't easy walkin', Jack

It ain't for the sensitive of soul, so...

You really wanna go?

(Orpheus)

With all my heart!

(Hermes)

Huh, with all your heart...

Well, that's a start

(Hermes)

How to get to Hadestown:

You’ll have to take the long way down

Through the underground, under cover of night

Laying low, staying out of sight

There ain’t no compass, brother, ain’t no map

Just a telephone wire and a railroad track

You keep on walkin' and don’t look back

Till you get to the bottomland

(Orpheus)

Wait for me, I’m coming

Wait, I’m coming with you

Wait for me, I’m coming too

I’m coming too

(Hermes)

The River Styx is high and wide

Cinder bricks and razor wire

Walls of iron and concrete

Hound dogs howling 'round the gate

Them dogs’ll lay down and play dead

If you got the bones, if you got the bread

But if all you got is your own two legs

You best be glad you got ’em!

(Orpheus and Fates)

Wait for me, I’m coming

Wait, I’m coming with you

Wait for me, I’m coming too

I’m coming too

(Hermes)

You’re on the lam, you’re on the run

Don’t give your name, you don’t have one!

And don’t look no one in the eye

This town will try to suck you dry

They’ll suck your brain, they’ll suck your breath

They’ll pluck the heart right out of your chest

They’ll truss you up in your Sunday best

And stuff your mouth with cotton

(Orpheus and Company)

Wait for me, I’m coming

Wait, I’m coming with you

Wait for me, I’m coming too

I’m coming!

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