Are you working on something new?
That is not like you, George.
I have nothing to say.
You have many things--
Well, nothing that's not been said.
Said by you, though, George.
I do not know where to go.
And nor did I.
I want to make things that count, things that will be new.
I did what I had to do.
What am I to do?
Move on. Stop worrying where you're going. Move on. If you can know where you're going, you've gone. Just keep moving on.
I chose and my world was shaken. So what? The choice may have been mistaken; the choosing was not. You have to move on.
Buy the movie or CD here. It's brilliant.
I'm not exactly sure why this is swirling around my head today. Yes, I adore Stephen Sondheim's work. Yes, I know most of the lyrics to this show. No, it's not particularly unusual for Broadway tunes to be rattling around in my mind. I suspect, however, it goes deeper than that.
I think it has something to do with the fact that I live an awful lot of my life inside my head. Sometimes I need to be reminded just to keep moving and stop thinking so much. The choice may have been mistaken; the choosing was not.