Sunday Morning 6 A.M.

Ensemble: It's way after dark

A new day is dawning

Sunday morning heartbreak

Jamie: I'm heady and light

Flimsy as silk

Battered and bruised

As this carton of milk

Mary O'Brien McCann: Jamie,

I am Mary O'Brien McCann

I'm a student at NYU

I am missing

I was last seen in Washington Square

Wearing a sweater and blouse

I am missing

Please, could you find me?

Please don't go

Please, could you find me?

Please don't go

Don't go

Both: Don't go

Jamie: Don't go

Amanda: Jamie

Jamie: Amanda?

Amanda: Tonight, tonight let's go to Old EI

I read about it on a New York Magazine

We'll spend the day together in

The bubble-maker, sugar sweet trouble

Jamie: Amanda

Amanda: Take a walk around the block

Jamie: Amanda

Amanda: Pick up some supplies

Hey, husband, buy your Sunday Times

And come home soon

Don't forget to go to Zito's

The smell of fresh beaked bread turns me on

Isn't this a beautiful Sunday?

Isn't this a beautiful Sunday?

Jamie: Amanda, I can see that Sunday now

Amanda, my typer was hyper all day that day

And later that night the words fell from the sky

And I plucked them off the rooftops from Manhattan

And I wrote them down for you and I

How long has it been since you left me, Amanda?

Amanda: Three months, maybe four

I don't count anymore

Jamie: I don't count anymore

Both: Wasn't that a beautiful Sunday?

Wasn't that a beautiful Sunday?

Amanda: In our darling little hovel

Jamie: Before you became a model

Amanda: And you threw away your novel

Jamie: The Great American Novel

Amanda: At the end of Chapter Four

Jamie: My typer isn't hyper anymore

Statue of Liberty: You are not the kind of boy

Who should be coming home

At this time of the morning

Heartbreak, Sunday Morning, 6 A.M.

All messed up, no place to go

So, tell me, what would mother say?

So say, pray, what would brother say?

I think it's time you face the fact

Your wife has run away

Come let the darkness rise

Open your eyes

Bright lights, big city

Bright lights, big city