Closer to Her (feat. Big Fish Original Broadway Cast)

If you tell me who she is
 I'll work night and day
 And you won't even have to pay me
 Okay.
 Once a month
 If you work
 If you slave
 If you cry for me
 Then I'll give you a clue
 Once a month
 If you clean
 If you haul
 If you die for me
 Then the clue will be true
 Once a month
 It could be what she thinks
 What she loves
 Where she lives
 What she drinks
 What she hopes
 And all you have to do
 Is pull the ropes
 Closer to her
 I'll get you closer to her
 You only need to be
 My devotee because
 I'll tell you where she was born
 Or if she plays the French horn
 Then you'll be closer
 Than you ever was
 First clue: She likes dancing.
 Dancing!
 Closer to her
 You're one step closer to her
 I'm not afraid to stoop
 To scooping poop because
 He'll stoop for poop!
 You'll learn what perfume she wears
 Or what she says in her prayers
 And be much closer than I ever was
 Mr. Calloway, it's time.
 For what?
 My clue! About the girl I'm gonna marry.
 If you got a clue, you wouldn't get married at all. Back to work!
 Days into weeks
 Into months into years
 Into clue after clue after clue
 She likes blue!
 Seasons go by in the blink of an eye
 But the dream doesn't seem
 To come true
 Barbecue!
 Year after year
 With the hope I would hear
 Something kind
 Something fresh
 Something new-
 Mr. Calloway, it's been three years!
 Kid! There's other fish in the seas!
 But I'm already hooked.
 Why do you insist on keeping her name a secret?
 Secrets are the backbone of society
 Everybody ought to have a few
 I believe in secrets
 And I'll keep mine for awhile
 They keep me a success
 They make you work for less
 But I'm a man of my word. Your girl- she's going to college.
 Closer to her
 One textbook closer to her
 And time is flying by
 I've paid his price, I should go
 Still, there's one thing I don't know...
 Hell. Her name is Sandra Templeton. She goes to Auburn University.
 Thank you, Mr. Calloway. Thank you!
 Like a cannon ball
 Soon to be a human comet above
 Like a cannon ball
 Circling a constellation of love
 Filling up the heavens
 Making waters part
 Aiming straight for
 His beloved's welcoming heart
 Boom!
 Closer it's true
 There's not much more he can do
 The years gone by will seem
 A kind of dreamy blur
 And when at Auburn he lands
 He'll do what Fortune demands
 When finally closer than closer to-
 Oof!