Paint and Candy Hours spent painting For the musical Every day until The sun has faded Never any thanks Why is it that it's When someone misses The little things that It hurts most sharply Blisters from staining Planks and planks of wood Dizzy from the fumes Waiting 'til they're done To paint the whole stage It just always is When someone misses Just the smallest things It hurts most of all In the whole four years Just one single small Piece of cheap candy With a tiny note From dad would be nice Always, every time It's the little things That people just miss And it hurts still more

Lights New York blares in, Slamming into walls And careening into shelves and nightstands, Screaming like an alarm clock. Florida laughs its way slowly through the window, Swirling like lazy palms in a breeze As it reaches towards you, To bring you along as it goes. Chicago slips mischievously into the room, Shaking you up with a grin, Like an eagerly anticipated friend Throwing rocks at the window. San Francisco wafts in, With dreamy eyes and a too-innocent smile, Giggling across the room As it trips over your things. Seattle glows through the curtains, Singing lowly as it fills the room With quiet energy, While the city waits for morning. Philadelphia settles in like dust after a wind, Softly, wearily, putting down the weight of the world, Shining unfailingly on through the dark, Saying "I'll still be here when you wake."