History Songtext
von Jeremy Jordan
History Songtext
"In conclusion, while the Battle of Pelham was one of the less bloody
Of the skirmishes in the Revolutionary War, it just goes to show
Even in 1776, you had to watch your ass in the Bronx."
Okay. so, hey
Maybe it′s not n.y.u
Sure but, so what?
Sometimes you have to make do
Something, somehow
Somewhere could someday come through for me; for us
Maybe I don't
Teach at an ivy league school
Maybe I won′t
Reach a position that cool
Maybe this is it
But I'm nobody's fool; I′m trying. plus
She never promised me all of her heart
She only promised "′til death do us part."
And I still love her
She's so unhappy
And I can see it
And it upsets me
And she starts crying
And I can′t think of anything to say, and so I hide away inside
History
Clear, consistent history
Age-resistant history
Staggeringly vast
No guessing games
Facts and figures
Dates and names
Written down in history
Records of the past
I can't be that hero who′ll whisk her away
Just plant me at home and it's doubtful I′d stray
She can't see that sometimes you just have to stay slow and low-key
What's so wrong with that?
What′s so wrong with this town?
What′s so wrong with Kat?
Why that permanent frown?
Why'd she rather chat with that teacher from down in N.Y.C.?
In her, he stirs something latent, it seems
Reviving all of her juvenile dreams
I used to have that
I used to dream, too
I used to fear I would end up here teaching
History
Wanted to be somebody
Never thought I′d fail
But I make the best of it
Just have to shake the rest of it
Can't rewrite the history
Can′t erase the trail
Bad enough to watch as she
Tries to solve the mystery
Of our tragic history, our pathetic tale
Of the skirmishes in the Revolutionary War, it just goes to show
Even in 1776, you had to watch your ass in the Bronx."
Okay. so, hey
Maybe it′s not n.y.u
Sure but, so what?
Sometimes you have to make do
Something, somehow
Somewhere could someday come through for me; for us
Maybe I don't
Teach at an ivy league school
Maybe I won′t
Reach a position that cool
Maybe this is it
But I'm nobody's fool; I′m trying. plus
She never promised me all of her heart
She only promised "′til death do us part."
And I still love her
She's so unhappy
And I can see it
And it upsets me
And she starts crying
And I can′t think of anything to say, and so I hide away inside
History
Clear, consistent history
Age-resistant history
Staggeringly vast
No guessing games
Facts and figures
Dates and names
Written down in history
Records of the past
I can't be that hero who′ll whisk her away
Just plant me at home and it's doubtful I′d stray
She can't see that sometimes you just have to stay slow and low-key
What's so wrong with that?
What′s so wrong with this town?
What′s so wrong with Kat?
Why that permanent frown?
Why'd she rather chat with that teacher from down in N.Y.C.?
In her, he stirs something latent, it seems
Reviving all of her juvenile dreams
I used to have that
I used to dream, too
I used to fear I would end up here teaching
History
Wanted to be somebody
Never thought I′d fail
But I make the best of it
Just have to shake the rest of it
Can't rewrite the history
Can′t erase the trail
Bad enough to watch as she
Tries to solve the mystery
Of our tragic history, our pathetic tale
Writer(s): Allan Dennis Rich, Marsha Malamet, David Lasley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

