My dear Rosalind
You're sittin' home waitin' on
My call. My dear Rosalind
I'm in the forest written on its walls.

It's kind of strange
I know what I feel for you
It's kind of queer
I don't know how to make
It real. My dear Rosalind,
I know I love you so. Oh
Rosalind, I've got the
As You Like It Blues

Oh, brother Ganymede, I'm so in Love that I need a cure.
Oh, brother Ganymede,
Teach a boy how to woo a girl.
It's kind of strange, I can't say what I feel to you.
It's kind of queer, but I'll do whatever
You say. Oh, brother Ganymede. You're my Rosalind
I'll say "I love you." Cause I'd be speaking of her.
I've got the As You Like It Blues.

Oh, brother Ganymede, should I stay or should
I charge, or, rather, Rosalind,
Should I kiss before I speak? It's kind of strange.
You want me to say, "I do." It's really queer, cause
I'd be saying that I love…you.

Oh brother Ganymede, I know not what to say.
All I do know
Is that if I were a woman I'd say…
It's kind of strange.
I thought I knew what I felt For you.
It's really queer, cause now I feel it for two.
My dear Rosalind, you know I love you so,
Even though I know not what you are
I've got the As You Like It, As You Like It,
As You Like It, As You Like, As You Like It Blues

Three Simple Words

I can say, "Girl, cry me a river."
I can say, "Girl, be a diva
Come walk down that aisle of life with me."
And I can say, "Girl, I want to have a baby."
I can say, "Girl, maybe, maybe."
But I can't say those three simple words.

And tell my why is it so easy
To be somebody else?
And for this star performance
I'll be a box office smash.
They say queers make great actors
And I'd have to agree for that plain
And simple reason that we act from
The time we're three, and all I want
Is to be real.
I want to be a man of simple words.

I can say, "Rain, fall on my head."
I can say, "Lightening, strike me dead."
I can see the wind and smell the lights.
I can say, "I'm Romeo. No, wait. I'm Casanova."
But I still can' t say those three simple words.

And then I saw myself through your eyes
And the streams of my soul ran down my face.

Sunlit hair and Diesel clothes
Funny I thought guys like you wore tights.

Now I can say, "Boy, cry me a river."
I can say, "Boy, be a diva. There's an
Aisle in Hawaii waiting for us."
And I can say, "Boy we can have a baby."
I can say, "Boy, there is no maybe."
Now that I can say those three simple words

Tru-men

Over mountains under sobering
Streams my body aches for that
Intangible dream. The screaming
City won't let go of my hand.
How will I find you when you're
Buried in the ash.

Lights peering out of windows like
Eyes. The city in the skies.
I walk alongside you meandering
Through the icy stares.
Then you take hold of my hand
And I see oceans in your eyes.

I've seen the north I've seen the
South side of town, 67th street to
Little Italy. Nothing's better than
The good ol Ro-Poe., where you can
Walk and find the light of a Blue Moon.

This guy he told us both to go back to
Go back to Belmont.
I turned and smiled. I thought
It'd be just great to go back to Belmont
Only if he swore to go back to hell!

I'm riding the skies when you're near
I'm on top of the world. You've got me
Spinning around and round. You've got me
Spinning around and round, round and round
Round and round.

The world is lying, on a ledge. I wish I knew
The hand that's rocking the cradle.
Veils of truth block out the firelight,
Yet, between the both of us we've managed
To make a Tru-man.