to burst into song is sometimes incomprehensible, even foolish.
but really, with the best image of camp ever: meryl streep singing, “the winner takes it all” with her shawl streaming before her.
and the honest, unflinchingly honest lyrics of “in the heights.”
(i’d spend it on you because) the only room with a view is a room with you in it
everything is easier when you’re home
The street’s a little kinder
When you’re home
Can’t you see
That the day seems clearer
Now that you are here or is it me
Maybe it’s just me
thank God for musicals.