A Cockeyed Optimist

Lena Horne singing Cockeyed Optimist

When the sky is bright canary yellow
I forget ev’ry cloud I’ve ever seen
So they called me a cockeyed optimist
Immature and incurably green

I have heard people rant and rave and bellow
That we’re done and we might as well be dead
But I’m only a cockeyed optimist
And I can’t get it into my head

I hear the human race
Is fallin’ on its face
And hasn’t very far to go
But ev’ry whip-poor-will
Is sellin’ me a bill
And tellin’ me it just ain’t so

I could say life is just a bowl of Jello
And appear more intelligent and smart
But I’m stuck like a dope
With a thing called hope
And I can’t get it out of my heart!
Not this heart

Oscar Hammerstein


Move On

The first show I ever paid to go and  see on Broadway was “Sunday in the Park with George” Back then, standing room was 5 or 10 dollars and I tell you, 1 dollar was a lot of money to be at that time.   I was then 17 and I couldn’t tell you what it was that pulled me to go and see that particular show.  It wasn’t your “Sophisticated Ladies” or your “A Chorus Line” which are brilliant in their own ways but I wanted to experience a Stephen Sondheim show.  I had schooled myself for so many years on musicals and found that I was fascinated by Sondheim.  His use of words, his wit, his intellect, you name it and here I was alive and there was a Sondheim show to be seen.  I did not know what the show was about or who George Seurat was at the time nor did I care.  I just wanted to experience Sondheim.  I was moved, changed and elevated to place from where I have never been able to come down. One song has always stayed with me.  I grew up constantly feeling in limbo and not really knowing who I belong to so “Move On” helped me direct my life to unimaginable places  It has always stayed with me and will always be a part of me.  It is guiding me now.  I give you “Move On”

Thank you Stephen Sondheim!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Are you working on something new?
That is not like you, George
I’ve 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
Look at what you want,
Not at where you are,
Not at what you’ll be-
Look at all the things you’ve done for me
Opened up my eyes,
Taught me how to see,
Notice every tree-

Notice every tree…
Understand the light-
…Understand the light…
Concentrate on now-
I want to move on
I want to explore the light
I want to know how to get through,
Through to something new,
Something of my own-
Move on
Move on
Stop worrying it your vision
Is new
Let others make that decision-
They usually do
You keep moving on
Something in the light,
Something in the sky,
In the grass,
Up behind the trees…
Things I hadn’t looked at
Till now
Flower in your hat.
And your smile
And the color of your hair.
Look at what you’ve done,
Then at what you want,
Not at where you are,
What you’ll be
Look at all the things
You gave to me
Let me give to you
Something in return
I would be so pleased…
And the way you catch the light
And the care
And the feeling
And the life
Moving on
We’ve always belonged
We will always belong
Just keep moving on
Anything you do
Let it come from you
Then it will be new
Give us more to see…