What You Own

Mark: Don't breathe too deep
Don't think all day
Dive into work
Drive the other way
That drip of hurt
That pint of shame
Goes away, just play the game

You're living in America
At the end of the millenium
You're living in America
Leave your conscience at the tone
And when you're living in America
At the end of the millenium
You're what you own
Roger: The filmmaker cannot see
Mark: And the songwriter cannot hear
Roger: Yet I see Mimi everywhere
Mark: Angel's voice is in my ear
Roger: Just tighten those shoudlers
Mark: Just clench your jaw 'til you frown
Both: Just don't let go, or you may drown
You're living in America
At the end of the millenium
You're living in America
Where it's like the twilight zone
And when you're living in America
At the end of the millenium
You're what you own

So I own not a notion
I escape and ape
Content
I don't own emotion
I RENT!

Mark: What was it about that night?
Roger: What was it about that night?
Both: Connection, in an isolating age
Mark: For once the shadows gave way to light
Roger: For once the shadows gave way to light
Both: For once I didn't disengage!
Roger: Mimi, I hear you
Mark: Angel, I see you
Roger: I hear it, I hear it, I hear it my song!
Mark: I see it my film!
Alexi, Mark
Roger: One song glory
Mark: Call me a hypocrite, I need to finish my own film,
Roger: Mimi your eyes!
Mark: I quit!

Both: Dying in America
At the end of the millenium
We're dying in America
To come into our own
And when you're dying in America
At the end of the millenium
You're not alone
I'm not alone
I'm not alone!
~What You Own; RENT, by Jonathan Larson