An Invitation To Sleep In My Arms Lyrics

(Written by William Finn)

GORDON:
Tomorrow they'll strap me down on a bed
And remove the top of my head
Which is why I don't think that now's the right time
To have too much hope
I may be a dope
But I don't think so
No, I don't think so
No, I don't think so

ROGER:
Would you ever, consider, lying close to me tonight
Could be exciting, I'm inviting you to sleep in my arms
Maybe we'll laugh to loud
Maybe we'll dance and you will sing
Maybe we'll smile at all the pleasures
Sex and eating often bring
Maybe we'll say no words
Just saying nothing is sublime
Maybe we'll read a book you always meant to read
For which you hadn't found the time

RHODA:
Oh God! Sorry...Hello...Hmm
Excuse me
But Bungee's calling to state
How though he know you're about to sedate
But by tomorrow at ten he needs the "Yes"� song

GORDON:
f**k Him!

RHODA:
He said no matter what he's going to rehearse the "Yes"� song

GORDON:
He'll wait

RHODA:
He said his son, Mr. Music, wrote a verse of the "Yes"� song
He is going to use if your song isn't finished
Tonight then, just disregard what he said
And sit and reminisce with Roger instead
If you get over anxious pick up a pen
Finish the song, maybe I'm wrong
But I don't think so
No, I don't think so
No, I don't think so

GORDON:
I'd love to love but need to write
I get distracted so damn easily!
They'll be other nights I'll have to sleep your arms
I should have done what I meant to do
I could have been what I meant to be
I could have written the score to a rise or a symphony
A simple symphony
A simple symphony
A simple symphony
Look it's my decision ok!

ROGER:
Forgetting the writing I'm inviting you to sleep in my arms
And if you snore
I'll let you snore
Maybe there's more!
Maybe there's more
Maybe we'll say no words
Just saying nothing is sublime
Maybe we'll read a book you always meant to read

RHODA:
Aren't you afraid that you'll lose this job?
What else will f**k you if you lose this job?
You need this job!

MIMI:
Nobody asked my opinion
But why don't you tell him
His was the best invitation
Why is he making such a scene?
While you sit discussing what you've got to discuss
I'm off to your place for a date with Mr. Clean, I love him!
Lie with the man
What are you stupid?
Go and fly with the man
At least tonight, go fly
While I depart in hope and not in sorrow
Goodbye my loves goodbye
Operation tomorrow

GORDON:
Tonight though could be my very last chance
To write a something I could be remembered by
It may not be a great song
But it could be my last song
And I hope you understand
If I simply kiss your hand
And say goodnight