Song 7 It’s way beyond what I should have to cope with I don’t know what to say or who to tell Should I speak at Connor’s trial as a witness Should I talk to Pedro’s family as well? What would it change if I should make a statement, Explain the lead-up to the dark event? Can anything be learned from how it happened, That similar disasters might prevent? Would I be seen as seeking out the limelight Pretending there was something that I knew? Would I be making mountains out of mole-hills My story adding nothing that was new? I need to talk to someone more impartial My father’s mind is firmly made up. I need to get perspective and some distance To know if I’ve been served a poison cup. It’s way beyond what I should have to cope with I don’t know what to say or who to tell There must be someone wise that I can turn to With guidance he can offer me as well. Someone who can help me to unburden Someone I can trust to never tell… | Song 12 It’s way beyond what I should have to cope with I don’t know how to make her understand If only she had something more to live for A vision of some golden promised land What picture of the future can I show her, To make her want to turn her life around? To cut through all her festering self pity And give her strength to fight another round? If I was lying there in that condition Not caring if I lived or if I died Would anything be strong enough to reach me Awaken some small vestige of my pride? It’s way beyond what I should have to cope with I don’t know how to make her understand But perhaps I have the germ of an idea The answer might be simple and to hand A future I already have imagined The one that in my daydreams I have planned |