And there's no mystical design,
No cosmic lover preassigned.
There's nothing you can find
that can not be found.
'Cause with all the changes
you've been through
It seems the stranger's always you.
Alone again in some new
Wicked little town
Strangely, as I listen to Awakening, I feel the lyrics from this particular Hedwig reprise float across and make perfect sense. Always a realization of who I am, only reinvented over and over.
500 words are not enough for each song in this collection.