Can’t stand this any longer,

 all this waiting around

 letting time wander on by.

Going to pack up my necessities

 and head out in my gas empty car

 without a dollar to my name.

Make my own way from this place

 owing nothing to anyone but myself

 no matter how long it takes.

Gone long enough for everyone to forget

 my name as it fades from their brain;

 as it fades from their hollow hearts.

Cannot risk looking back now

 at the past that needs to be erased

 from all minds and pieces of paper.

Burn the pieces and scatter the ashes

 from place to place as it falls away

  disappearing from view forever.

The words on the lines burn in my fingers

 as all the pages of my past crumble

 leaving a path of ash and smoke.

My eyes no longer cry for those never mine

 and the scars shine as each is reopened

 one last time to fade away to nothing.

The wounds bleed the final drops

 and the pain does not exist here

 in this new unexplored place.

Never to be found again

 in the darkness of the world

for that place does not exist.

For from that darkness came the strength

 to create the flames that burnt the pages

 to light that path to the future.

“Combufree:

At Notre Dame

The sections are prepared!

Fuelly:

At rue de Bac

They’re straining at the leash!

Couferac:

Students, workers, everyone

There’s a river on the run

Like the flowing of the tide

Paris coming to our side!

Enjolras:

The time is near…

So near.. it’s stirring the blood in their veins!

And yet beware…

Don’t let the wine go to your brains!

For the army we fight is a dangerous foe

With the men and the arms that we never can match

Oh, it’s easy to sit here and swat ‘em like flies

But the national guard will be harder to catch.

We need a sign

To rally the people

To call them to arms

To bring them in line!

Marius, you’re late.

Jean Provaire:

What’s wrong today?

You look as if you’ve seen a ghost.

Grantaire:

Some wine and say what’s going on!

Marius:

A ghost you say… a ghost maybe

She was just like a ghost to me

One minute there, and she was gone!

Grantaire:

I am agog!

I am aghast!

Is Marius in love at last?

I have never heard him ‘ooh’ and ‘aah’

You talk of battles to be won

But here he comes like Don Ju-an

It’s better than an o-per-a!

Enjolras:

It is time for us all

To decide who we are…

Do we fight for the right

To a night at the opera now?

Have you asked of yourselves

What’s the price you might pay?

Is it simply a game

For rich young boys to play?

The color of the world

Is changing

Day by day…

Red - the blood of angry men!

Black - the dark of ages past!

Red - a world about to dawn!

Black - the night that ends at last!

Marius:

Had you been there tonight

You might know how it feels

To be struck to the bone

In a moment of breathless delight!

Had you been there tonight

You might also have known

How the world may be changed

In just one burst of light!

And what was right

Seems wrong

And what was wrong

Seems right…

Grantaire:

Red…

Marius:

I feel my soul on fire!

Grantaire:

Black…

Marius:

My world if she’s not there…

Chorus:

Red…

Marius:

The color of desire!

Chorus:

Black…

Marius:

The color of despair!

Enjolras:

Marius, you’re no longer a child

I do not doubt you mean it well

But now there is a higher call

Who cares about your lonely soul

We strive toward a larger goal

Our little lives don’t count at all!

Enjolras and Chorus:

Red - the blood of angry men!

Black - the dark of ages past!

Red - a world about to dawn!

Black - the night that ends at last! “