The Last Five Years: The Musical - Climbing Uphill 歌词

When you come home to me
I'll wear a sweeter smile
And hope that, for a while,
You'll
Okay, thank you. Thank you so much
I'm climbing uphill, daddy
Climbing uphill

I'm up ev'ry morning at six
And standing in line
With two hundred girls
Who are younger and thinner than me
Who have already been to the gym
I'm waiting five hours in line,
And watching the girls
Just coming and going
In dresses* that look just like this,
'Til my number is finally called

When I walk in the room,
There's a table of men
Always men, usually gay
Who've been sitting, like I have,
And listening all day
To two hundred girls
Belting as high as they can!
I am a good person
I'm an attractive person.
I am a talented person
Grant me grace!

When you come home
I should have told them
I was sick last week.
They're gonna think this is the way I sing
Why is the pianist playing so loud?
Should I sing louder?
I'll sing louder
Maybe I should stop and start over
I'm going to stop and start over

Why is the director staring at his crotch?
Why is that man staring at my resume?
Don't stare at my resume
I made up half my resume
Look at me
Stop looking at that, look at me
No, not at my shoes
Don't look at my shoes
I hate these fucking shoes

Why did I pick these shoes?
Why did I pick this song?
Why did I pick this career?
Why does this pianist hate me?
If I don't get a callback,
I can go to crate and barrel with mom and buy a couch

Not that I want to spend a day with mom,
But jamie needs space to write,
Since I'm obviously such a horrible
Annoying distraction to him
What's he gonna be like when we have kids?;
And once again
Why am I working so hard?
These are the people who cast
Linda blair in a musical
Jesus christ, I suck, I suck, I suck,
I suck
When fin'lly you come home
To

Okay. Thank you. Thank you so much
I will not be the girl stuck at home in the 'burbs
With the baby, the dog and the garden of herbs.
I will not be the girl in the sensible shoes
Pushing burgers and beernuts and missing the clues.
I will not be the girl who gets asked how it feels
To be trotting along at the genius's heels!
I will not be the girl who requires a man to get by
And I
When you come home to me I'll wear a sweeter smile