Celia:

I knew it would come this day

I’ve gotta hold him steady, very soon he’ll break down and cry

(Very soon he will start to cry)

Heath:

When’d this begin?

Why’d I think I could win? (Oh God)

Celia:

Heath, no don’t bother asking why

Heath:

This is all just so insane

I’ve never known this kind of pain

There’s no good way you could explain

Ensemble:

We don’t talk about Truno, no, no, no

We don’t talk about Truno!

Lyerly:

Truno always helps me out whenever I am stumbling

But lately he’s preoccupied with Josh and all his rumbling

He’s kinda like tomato’s when Momma buys them canned ch-ch-ch

The ball is in his court but I think he’s really fumbling

He tries to calm me down but I feel the future crumbling

Grappling with prophesies he couldn’t understand

But I understand

Josh:

Six-foot frame

Touches that attack

He just wants your fame

He’ll stab you in the back

He’s not what he seems

Is he in you dreams? (Hey!)

Ensemble:

We don’t talk about Truno, no, no, no

We don’t talk about Truno!

Veradisa:

He told me that Heath just couldn’t be, that our stars weren’t meant to align

He told me that if I did agree, he’d be there and always be mine

He told me things a-long this theme, In a romantic speech

Lyerly:

Go get with my brother

Veradisa:

It’s like I hear him now

I can hear him now

*cue the harmonies where they all sing on top of eachother*

Ensemble:

We don’t talk about Truno, no, no, no