DAYWALKER The Musical

Lyrics

BLADE
Whistler, I've been thinking

WHISTLER
Not again, Blade.
Not this existential
self-reflective dread
where we stay up too late,
having debates that bring us back again
Why can’t we just focus? This is satire
People fear them, abracadabra,
Hocus pocus, vampires, we disappear them
That's our job, Blade, that’s who we are
Nothing less, nothing more.
You have a gift, not in that skull of yours

BLADE
Lately I’ve been thinking, are we inventing meaning? Why me?
Are we pulling threads, fooling our heads?
Spinning tops that can't stop the momentum,
A compendium of time and space,
Victims of time and place.
I've been thinking, why me?
Lately, I've been thinking, why me?

WHISTLER
I have no idea what you mean.
They’re vampires, we’re not.
We live, they meet their maker, dead.
Bullet holes, not band-aids, like Taylor said.

BLADE
Uh… that’s not what she said…
Hear me out,
I could have been them,
more similar than different.
Ninety-nine percent ape,
only point five percent vampire,
point five percent distinctly human.
So I’ve been thinking,
Why is this vest strapped to my chest?
Why is this sword more important than a chord?
Is it all meaningless?
Why are you arming me?
Can’t we and the vampires live in harmony?

WHISTLER
It’s just the way it is.
And that's not a chord, that's a melody.

BLADE
Lately I’ve been thinking, are we inventing meaning? Why me?
Are we pulling threads, fooling our heads?
Spinning tops that can't stop the momentum,
A compendium of time and space,
Victims of time and place.
I've been thinking, why me?
Lately, I've been thinking, why me?

BLADE
Why can I hang at the beach, unburned?
Why was I picked?
What is there to learn?
Was it timing? Seems very specific
At some point, there had to have been
Another vampire who bit,
Another someone pregnant
Fast forward, you get me.
Do I have an option?
But I guess that’s how most things are,
Just the right timing.
Transforming gold from lead or tin,
And things go really right,
Then you reap all the rewards,
Scoop them up, hands to the sky.
But take all the credit.
It’s alchemy, prevents anarchy
To believe one two three profits
Are all about me.
Isn't that how Billy Gates got the Windows deal?
We got the post-it?
The pet rock?
All the right timing
All the right timing.
Maybe it’s true,
I am a bottle filled with lightning!
Those things are special
So by the transitive property,
I’m special too.
And those special people were leaders.
Maybe I'm somebody, I could be a leader too.
But what's a leader to do?

Lately I’ve been thinking, are we inventing meaning? Why me?
Are we pulling threads, fooling our heads?
Spinning tops that can't stop the momentum,
A compendium of time and space,
Victims of time and place.
I've been thinking, why me?
Lately, I've been thinking, why me?

WHISTLER
Can we discuss it while you’re crushing a few bloodsucking, night-crawling, empty-eyed undead?