Song: The Way Back Home

At this point our trio of heroes, George, Tully and Reverend Whitmore, are all at their lowest point, reminiscing on the idea that their lives and problems weren't as bad as they are now. The comedy in the song comes in the final verse in which Foreign Man takes to the microphone to sing "Maybe it wasn't so bad in the Soviet-led communist regime in his homeland".

Lyrics

George: They say the house always wins

and mine is a cottage, I’m...

looking at mansions, I'm fearful of the stoppage time.

What if I’m chasing the wrong lure? Sometimes I’m not sure if i ask for

Too much sometimes

Father: Maybe I quite liked people asking me questions

And making suggestions and attempts of directions

Even if I didn’t know the way,

they’d hear what I’d say

and I’m sure that I helped them sometimes

Tully: There’s no use pretending, that life has good endings,

if you knew the outcome there’s no point attending.

George: why am I just trying so much, to kill myself with a thousand small cuts

when I know the final blow’s impending 

Ensemble:

Do you know the way back home?

It seems I’ve forgotten the way 

things used to be, don’t seem to be so bad

'cause it feels much more rotten today.

Do you know the way back home?

It seems I’ve forgotten the roads

That lead me there have somehow changed,

it's strange the thought I’m never going home

Tully: Everybody knows that the third act's the worst act!

Impossible heist, possible. (yawn) The guy gets the girl back! 

And if I could turn back time,

I’d be half inclined to do things just a little different 

Father: When did I become out of touch,

miss every shot at the clutch,

moment, I know when to fold

and when to push more chips in

George: Sometimes I think that it ain't such a shame

That my grandaddy never saw the man I became.

When all that I have is his name, not his voice or the choices he made

Man I really love how he played the game.

Tully: I like the journey, the secrets uncovered

The villain who spurned me, Ones self rediscovered.

There’s no use confusin’, the fact with the fiction

‘Cause one day you’ve mixed in so much you cannot tell the difference 

Ensemble:

Do you know the way back home?

It seems I’ve forgotten the way 

things used to be, don’t seem to be so bad

'cause it feels much more rotten today.

Do you know the way back home?

It seems I’ve forgotten the roads

That lead me there have somehow changed,

it's strange the thought I’m never going home

Foreign Man: Maybe, just maybe,

The Soviet led communist regime in my homeland

wasn’t really all that bad,

well sure I could pick bones

When I fled in night

through forest full of wolverine and men with big gun

I feel like real life hero, you know, 

Indiana jones! 

The border guard say you no leave or you die,

And I can’t deny, as I hid in sewer for 4 days ,

I’ll be - honest. I was scared 

That I may never see my family again,

they capture my wife but she tell me they only torture her...

very mildly.

It’s nice to know they care!

And my brother, he was only shot four times,

that’s not enough time to kill Mikolaj,

Strong man, good genes, oh he would love it here.

So one day I bring him, my wife and my children,

And they’ll know the sunshine and I’ll know that they’re fine.

I used to write journals, and stories of interest 

How men who have power use tricks to preserve it

And I don’t deserve this, shit hand I’ve been given,

but I’m dying to live in a world to reverse it.

Ensemble:

Do you know the way back home?

It seems I’ve forgotten the way 

things used to be, don’t seem to be so bad

'cause it feels much more rotten today.

Do you know the way back home?

It seems I’ve forgotten the roads

That lead me there have somehow changed,

it's strange the thought I’m never going home