[Laurens]
Raise a glass to freedom
Something they can never take away
No matter what they tell you
Raise a glass to the four of us.
[Laurens/Mulligan]
Tomorrow there’ll be more of us.
[Mulligan/Lafayette/Laurens]
Telling the story of tonight.
[Hamilton]
They’ll tell the story of tonight.
[Laurens/Mulligan/Lafayette]
Raise a glass to freedom
Something they can never take away.
I sense...space. A kinda latitude of what we happily call reality, in which, as everybody keeps saying... anything's possible.
Have you ever considered any real freedoms? Freedoms from the opinion of others? Even the opinions of yourself?
The day after I got my driver's license, I went out and bought a 1963 Galaxie, Midnight Blue. 1,255 bucks; every penny I earned for the past three years working in a gas station. I loved it. Because a car to a sixteen-year-old kid means independence, which means he can go wherever he wants whenever he wants. And that doesn't change with age; in fact, it means even more.
I need a friend more than I need space.
I am a lost boy from Neverland,
Usually hanging out with Peter Pan,
And when we're bored, we play in the woods,
Always on the run from Captain Hook.
"Run, run, lost boy," they say to me.
"Away from all of reality".
Neverland is home to lost boys like me,
And lost boys like me are free.
Neverland is home to lost boys like me,
And lost boys like me are free.