Here We Are

From The Story of Bea and Ben, this is another moment where a young man, George, is speechless in sight of a beautiful woman, Lily, whom he hasn’t even met yet.

Here We Are
(George enters the party and sees Lily across the room. He is struck by her beauty)
 
George:
It’s not just the wine,

It’s not just the mood,

It’s not just the air,

Or the taste of the food.

It’s not just the sounds of the atmosphere

That leaves this music ringing in my ear, now.

 

It’s not just the crowd,

It’s not just the chatter,

It’s not just the host

That makes the ev’ning matter.

It’s not just the friends, or the friends who toast,

That makes this ev’ning matter the most.

 

I think it’s caught my breath.

I think it’s hard to tell.

I may be close to death,

But what the hell?

I could make a move, just not all I got.  

I sup-pose I care a little–a lot.

Remember the rule: be bold but not.

 

Still I’m caught,

Still I stare,

Still I aught to come up for air,

No matter what they say,

Even from afar…

Here we are.

 

It’s not just her stance

That’s caught my stare.

It’s not just a glance

That has me aware.

It’s not just the night,

It’s not just her style,

It’s not just the wait

That makes the night worthwhile.

 

I think it’s caught my breath

I think it’s hard to tell.

I may be close to death,

But what the hell?

I could gather my strength, calm but not flushed.

Take a deep breath, speak low not hushed,

Make a new path slow not rushed.

Still I’m caught.

Still I stare.

Still I aught to come up for air.

Even now it seems so bizarre.

And yet here we are.